2005-02-08 - 7:57 a.m.
It figures that the one time I am legitimately sick, or at least feel legitimately sick, I can't skip class because I have to hand in something really important. This is what I get for skipping class to do things like sleep and take a shower or watch TV. I bet the same fucking thing happened to Ferris Bueller. His Herpes probably flared up real bad on the day of his finals or something and he had to go anyway. Of course, Sloane didn't give him the Herpes, cause she's cool. But to get back to the fascinating subject of me, I spent all night having those fever dreams where I couldn't tell if I was awake or sleeping, and getting alternately hot and cold sweats, and just every god damn symptom you can imagine.
Of course, I could just go and drop off the homework at the teacher's office, and then go back, but wouldn't it be better just to stay if I hauled my ass all the way to campus anyway? Especially if she saw me or something. "Oh hey, I'm sick. Not too sick to stay in bed, but too sick to stay another hour and forty-five minutes." Oh man, sitting through class shall be torturous. One, because I'm a fucking crybaby when I'm sick (obviously). And two, because the class is boring anyway.
I really feel like I'm gonna puke, though.
I <3 LIFE
