Sick, ew, yuck.

My homework went 100% neglected today.  I thought about it a little, but my head was so swimmy that it just didn't seem worth pursuing.  Now, if we consider that I'm missing all my classes on Thursday and Friday to go to a Mock Trial tournament in Portland, I'm just waiting for acute anxiety to start setting in.

My flu-attack is already disappearing, now that my entire digestive system has violently emptied itself.  I'm hungry, but scared to eat anything.  I dozed most of today to make up for being absolutely wretched last night.   Now it's midnight, and I don't know if I can make myself sleep any more.  I dozed from 7 to 8 PM, and woke up in a panic hearing voices outside my door and certain that my alarm hadn't gone off, that it was tomorrow.  That kind of thing really messes up your brain.  Then I slept for another hour, then got my laptop so I could watch Moulin Rouge again.

And I have the nicest boyfriend in the world, for buying me soup and Gatorade, for turning in my homework for me, and for checking up on me and keeping me company even when my witty conversation is reduced to, "...blargh.  I feel yucky, Spence."  And for not asking me to salsa dance.