The wacky world of fever

There's nothing quite like going to bed with next to nothing in the bank, waking up, and discovering that your refund check has finally moseyed its way into your account. Oh yes, time to get my hair did.

Had a weird dream where I was, apparently, Wil Wheaton. But I was Fredericks IN Wil Wheaton. It was some sort of body switch that Wil's wife, at the least, knew about, so I didn't press her for nookie. First I, I mean, WIL was playing on some game show with what seemed to be most of the major cast of TNG. One of the questions involved solving a math problem. I remember going to a blackboard and trying desperately to factor 2/5. Then all of a sudden I was at home, except I was Wil switched with Clark Kent ala Smallville and someone was trying to kill me. And STILL my wife wouldn't give me any nookie. Wackiness and attempted deaths ensued.

It must have been the cold medicine I took. Yeah, that's it.

This is what happens to slackers.

My stomach is all knotty. I only require one letter of recommendation from my former Brown Professor, but I need it before February 25th. Which gives him around 11 days to compose something. Most professors want at least a month's notice when writing letters. I want to get into this program, or at least have a fighting chance with my application, and it all boils down to this man. Oh boy. I wonder what he'll say?
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ETA - I've caught wind of a BSN/MS program at U. of Illinois at Chicago that seems extremely reasonable pricewise. That's the rec form I'm trying to get Wincze to do for me. U. of Illinois is the only school so far that's asked for three letters, which is such a trip. They also require the GREs, which is BAD because I took it on February 8 and cancelled the scores; since the GREs have a "one test per calendar month" policy, the next time I can take it is the very day my stuff has to be postmarked out to the school - March 1st. Since I also have an Anatomy test that afternoon and the only time available for me to take the test is 6PM, everything's going to be real close, if you get my drift. Anatomy Class starts at 4:10 and ends at 5:25, I'm supposed to get to the testing center by 5:30. All I can hope is that I can blaze through the test in 50 minutes and then get downtown in time.

While freaking out about U. of Illinois' GRE requirement I also found out that PACE needs my GRE score as well. Boy oh boy. Craziness.