Everyone at Lori's reading tonight yelled at me. Granted, they were yelling at me that I should go to the doctor already, because I was coughing my way through the Q&A (having missed the actual reading due to being on campus late finishing hanging art for the Kriti exhibit with Neha). So it wasn't malicious yelling, but rather, concerned yelling. I called Roshani on the way home, and she told me to come over in the morning and she'd listen to my breathing with her stethoscope and tell me if I did actually need to go see my doctor. It might be bronchitis. It might be walking pneumonia. It's probably just a cold. But I am tired of people yelling at me, so I'm going to the doctor, I'm going. It's nice having doctor friends.