It was either staying up for two days straight to finish an English Paper (which I'm prolly gonna fail, anyway) or the dare to chug a beaker full of amoebic dysentery. But I'm pretty sure it's cause of the paper. Oy, I'm rambling.
So. Fever dreams. They kick ass. I like fever dreams so much better than regular dreams, so I guess being sick isn't all that bad. Hell, I think I'm gonna just add blankets to my bed so I can fever dream all the time. The dreams are just so much more vivid, and I like that. I like it alot.
So, Stacie, this means that I can't go out with you wednesday, or you run the risk of getting sick if you drag me outta the nice, warm bed. And I was looking forward to watching The Princess Bride with you. Stupid weakened immune system. Stupid me for stupid putting stupid school ahead of my stupid health and stupid well-being.
Wishing for ample amounts of Morphine,