I am sick. sick sick sick sick sick. I don’t evern want to talk about how shitty I feel, as I’m sure it will make me feel even shittier. For now I will just lie here and pretend I don’t feel like there are a million viruses floating through my body, mostly from my throat upward, and look out my window at how sunny it is. But, ew being sick. EW
Um, geez, it’s fucking freezing lately. It’s been single digits (negative with the wind chill) for the past week. All I really want to do is wrap myself in as many blankets as I can find, stay in bed, watch movies. But of course I’ve gone out too much, like last week, the coldest days of the year, clearly a good decision. Friday was my birthday night out, which was fun…but as always, I am ridiculous. I wonder if I will ever grow out of this crazy stage that has lasted, on and off, for the past five years, I wonder if I will ever NOT want to go out and dance on random people and drink colorful drinks that other people buy me. This is just what I do. Hmmm. Why am I even thinking about this, I am 22, this has to last another eight years, at least! Being realistic is not an option for me today!
ARGH I am trying to watch Friday night lights online but the stupid page won’t load. These situations just really don’t mesh well with my severe impatience. I don’t have the desire to do anything at all (though in the past few hours I have been surprisingly productive), which is not the best feeling since I have so much work to do. I’m surprised at how well I am functioning for being sick, can you imagine I’ve been to allllll my classes and rehearsals and meetings and appointments?! Even when I had to walk in the snow all the way to all of them and they required abnormal amounts of energy that I simply don’t have! Can.you.imagine. I give myself a big gold star for yesterday (and some of today).
