Went to bed about 8:30-9:15… not exactly sure when. Tossed and turned most of the night, kept having to get up to use the bathroom, drink more water, or otherwise make effort to feel better. Still don’t feel better. I’m not stuffed up any more, and I’m not running a fever; my throat just feels like it’s been scratched raw. There’s this funny feeling of my throat being swollen, or having a big lump of mucus there — but trying to hack it up just feels like 1) a futile exercise and 2) serious pain.
The exams were…. eh. Not bad. Not great. Still have two more to do, it seems. They’ll be done this morning.