I;m getting sick. I can feel it at the base of my skull where it meets my neck and the effort it takes to move even a little. I'm probably not going to class tomorrow, largely because I know I'll be worse tomorrow. If I'm not utterly exhausted, I'll at least be running a fever and not want to get out of bed. I'm not sure what the bug I contracted last week was, but it's kicking my ass right now.
On another note, the Anti-Valentine's Day weekend was a success! We didn't really travel to Independence, MO for an Anti-Valentine's Day weekend, but that's how I'm choosing to interpret it. First, we went to Downtown Kansas City and tooled around in the HUGE Barnes & Noble there, also known as my crack store. After that, it was off to Jenna's house.
I should probably tell you that I went with three friends of mine: Jenna, Becky, and Kris.
Anyway, we went to Jenna's house and set up shop, bunking down for the night and waking up early the next day. The next site of excitement was the large mall in Independence, called the Independence Center if I'm not mistaken. We did several things, including a carousel ride, a fun time in a photo booth, and exploring several stores. Then it was off to a birthday party, the final showing of "Thoroughly Modern Millie" at Jenna's high school, and meeting a new friend named Brittany.
This morning we went to church, and after it was over I could feel round two with the stomach bug coming on. I took a nap, only to wake up not feeling any better. I'm exhausted now, and I got plenty of sleep last night. And it probably didn't help that I was in a house with cats, my number one allergy, only a week after contracting afore mentioned stomach bug. My immune system wasn't up to snuff quite yet, and it was like a breeding ground for sickness.
Damn, I wish this post wasn't about me whining. I really do, but shit. I think I deserve a fucking break, as do my friends and my brother Dylan. He's not technically my brother, but he's been living with us for almost three years so we've adopted him. Unofficially, anyway. The point is his mother passed away last August, and he just had to bury his uncle. I think his family has been messed with enough already. I think my family has been messed with enough. I just want to spend a week, ONE WEEK, in relative peace. I can feel the stress building, and it's not even through the first quarter of class yet.
Dammit, I'm tired. And I have a meeting to prepare for. So I will leave you all to your nightly rituals.
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