Run away with me. Experience something new.

Welp.

I spent today sleeping until 11:30. Did I feel better? Not even a little bit.

I am pretty sure I've been keeping the Florida Orange groves financially afloat with how much OJ I've purchased and subsequently drunk over the last two days (we're going two gallons strong here. I feel like my kidneys want to object, but fuck them).

I had my final quiz and exam due tonight by midnight (my business final was three different things. Ew). So, what did I do? I slept all fucking day, like a responsible adult. I woke up at 8 feeling addled, weak, and with the driest mouth EVER. I pissed about for a little bit, just being generally moan-y, and I finally read my last 40 pages and took my quiz and exam. The results? Not good. A 75 on my quiz, and a 71 on my exam.

Am I proud of that? No. The LOWEST score I ever got on a quiz was a 75 (though it should have been an 80. MY professor is just stubborn), and the lowest score I got on an exam was a 90. Yes, I could blame my lack of desire to read and do everything, but I am instead going to blame my cold. Which really is doing a number on me. I'm pretty sure I actually have the flu.

My mom and I were texting earlier, and I told her that being sick is the time when I wish I had a lap to curl into that belongs to someone who gives a fuck about me. She said I'm very strange, and then sent me a picture of her Christmas tree.

I'm deeply unhappy about having to go to work tomorrow. I may call off on Monday if this hasn't cleared up. I can't taste or smell or hear really anything at all. I feel like an old person.

I have one last final to finish tomorrow before 5. IT's a writing final, which should be just gravy for me. I'm not terribly worried about it.

I managed a B in philosophy, which surprises me greatly. Even with tonight's horrific display, I'm pretty sure I still got an A in my business class. My other class grades have to wait until next Thursday when they're released.

I'm about to medicate myself again so I can be functional for work tomorrow. Gross. I don't wanna.

I want a lap. And a rub.