It is 4 am. I cannot sleep because I am so sick. I cannot stay up because I am so tired. My hardy meal of rice was not very filling, and I've lost everything I ate. I'm really thirsty but water has a pretty bad effect on me, too (don't worry, I'm still drinking fluids, although I'm sure I'm losing them just as quickly). I have big racoon eyes and am sort of delirious. Can you tell? It would be sort of fun if there weren't so much pain involved.
Let's hope tomorrow is a brighter day. Not too bright, mind you, because my eyes are sort of burning, too. No need to aggravate things, now.
Know what's crazy, though? I managed to do all the work I had that I could potentially do in my house. I skipped Spanish, which I had a serious issue with. No guilt, just remorse. Otherwise, I'm proud of my be-a-trooper attitude. I actually sat up the majority of the day, which is progress from yesterday's behaviour.
Tomorrow I have the first of a series of classes. I hate missing the first class of anything, but I'm a little nervous to go. It's not until 15.00, so we'll see if I'm not feeling dynamite by then. You never know. Miracles can happen.