I was having a terrible day.
I have a wicked fever and I can barely talk. I ran out of food and I wanted Ibuprofen, so I forced myself to trek out to the store, shivering the whole way. My phone rang as I was driving back, and I felt the same bitterness I do every time it rings now as a result of so many telemarketers and misdials during the Duke acceptance call days.
An unfamiliar number...
...but from North Carolina.
My voice would have been shaking, had I been able to talk properly. However, it currently sounds like I'm chewing gravel, and I think I might have just coughed into the receiver rather than saying hello.
Accepted to Duke!!!!!
I'm mostly amazed I didn't get into an accident.