Last night I felt like death. I laid on my floor staring at my ceiling, and not in some philosophical, daydreamy way; it was a not really sure how I got there, but I don't think I can get up oh my I need a tissue but they're all the way over there way. I've got a cold.
Being the mellodramatic person I am, I thought that I was certainly painfully ill and should be bed-ridden, and took a long bath and acted as pathetic as possible. That is until about eleven thirty when I was showing my mom how to burn CDs and was more lively than I have been in the past seventy-two hours; but that is absolutely besides the point.
I slept in sweats, which normally I cannot stand. Normally it's shorts and a tank top or nothing (figure of speech! haaaaa.) But last night I was so cold and having had a cold feeling. I may've died otherwise. I tossed and turned and was really annoyed everytime I noticed a song on my ipod playing that I didn't want to hear and had to get out of my warm nest to change it, up until I fell asleep in an uncomfotably sickly state.
This morning was full of accomplishments: getting out of bed, score 500 for the team; taking a shower AND it only lasting 10 minutes AND getting dressed afterwards AND drying my hair, score 700; taking medicine and getting out the door, score-too many points to count. The only problem with my award winning morning (considering the circumstances,) was that the medicine I took was the drowsy-make-you-sleepy-kind! Oh man!
So here's a lesson everyone, driving on the highway + boring sociology class + drowsy sudafed = bad idea! I about died driving home, like, seriously. I got back on the highway to come home, and I ended up going north becuase I was too lazy to get out of the right lane (or, not coherrent enough, probably.) and just kept going. I'm very lucky I got gas because, well, when I really noticed where I was going...I was pretty much in Norwood. I got off at Kenwood, ate McDonalds. I would've walked around Kenwood, if I would've taken advantage of being up there, but actually I probably couldn't've walked. I made it home about an hour and a half later (???) and collapsed COLLAPSED on my couch. And barely came to when my dad came in, and slept for like four uninterrupted hours. Whoa!
So that was my morning, how was your day?
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Listen to Fleet Foxes, Noah and The Whale, Bombay Bicycle Club, Slow Club and Florence and the Machine; I did, and I think you'll agree it will turn out in your favor.
No Office tonight because of the VP debates! Oh dang!
I would MUCH MUCH rather have my mother wondering around complaining about Michael Scott's awkwardness than raving over Sarah Palin. And how Obama is a demon or something.
I wish the uninformed wouldn't make comments, for real.
I love Wait Wait don't tell me, and Mo Rocca, and being involved with each other. :)
Only...like... 20 more hours til Ryan Adams. Woohoo!
Also, I've managed to get myself roped into Relient K...Anyone want to come with me?
Yeah, I thought not...
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