Gross

Of course, now that school has officially decided to start back up again, I'm sick as a dog. I just got up from taking a 2-hr nap (after 12 hours of sleep). I was feverish and insane during the sleep, and my dreams reflected the strange, missed connections being made in my body. My throat is swollen and my neck hurts. Swallowing is very painful. Pity me.

Last night The Boy and I went out to celebrate my birthday. It turned out to be a right disaster. We ended up fighting... I still don't understand what the problem was. He was being an absolute asshole, and I was embarrased to be with him for much of the evening. And I am still angry, but too tired and sick feeling to care enough to try and "work it out." Sometimes it's just easier to let dead dogs lie. Lay. What is it that we say?

The main thing I need right now is lots of sleep. I can feel that I am slightly delusional, and that thought connections are a bit slow. I know sleep is the best medicine. But tomorrow I must be out in the suburbs by 10.00, which means I have to leave the house by 8.00. By 12.30, I'll have to be back in Paris, in order to have enough time to grab a quick something to eat and make it to class on time. Then I have straight classes until 20.00, with only one 15-minute break. Something tells me that sleeping is not really an option.

Blah. I wish that bitching about it made some of the badness go away, but bitching about physical pain doesn't really help get rid of it. Blah!