Lassitude

I pretty much have the equivalent of Irukandji syndrome, except this plague has manifested itself as a common cold; regardless, I languidly wander about the dorm, drawing criticism from my dorm mates who do not pity the sick. I need notes for the classes missed today. In a few hours I must write a Lab quiz, followed by three hours of lab loitering and unsuccessfully feigning scientist status.

The other day whilst cruising through some Hamilton ghetto, I passed this really sketchy and worn apartment (likely a brothel or some other sordid thing) with the words, "Yuppie Condos" spray painted on the side.