12 hours

As you know by now, I’ve been sick for the last few days. Last night was the worst, I skipped my last class and just went home. Got in about 745 and then was in bed and asleep by about 915, pathetic huh? I really was just totally exhausted, everything on me was just aching and hurting. I was out like a light, didn’t hear a thing. I shot out of bed, I thought it was about 5am, bright and early, I was ready to go…. It was only 1130pm… 2 hours!? Are you kidding me?
I went back to sleep finally about 1215… This time I slept like a rock, I dreamed something about crawfish, after watching a bit of Dirty Jobs on the Discovery Channel, and basically was just dead to the world. I got this morning refreshed and ready to go.
I think all my medicine has worn off now though, I’m starting to feel dizzy and feverish again, a bit stuffed up too…. I have to get better, it’s the weekend to a really long week!
Maybe I can get another 12 hours tonight and then I’ll be all better.

Another day I guess…

It’s Monday… I’m at school… Did I mention it’s Monday? Yeah, so I’m bored, I’ve called about 4 people trying to find someone to talk to just to pass the time, instead I’m here in the computer lab, Farking. One thing that interested me was that Indian Larry died. I usually stay up way too late most nights watching some kind of Discovery Channel thing where someone is building a motorcycle or crazy car, Indian Larry was the man. He was covered in tattoos and always made things the way that he wanted them made, never the way that they were “supposed” to be made. He was a free spirit for sure. This week promises to be as grilling as ever… Last week of working at MMIMS, another week of school and juggling life in general… I wanted this all to happen though, so it’s cool I guess.
It’s amazing how life can take unexpected turns in a matter of days, your priorities change, your group changes, your schedule for everyday changes… Craziness.
Well I’ve got to go call Erin now, I really just wanted to kill some time and tell everyone about Indian Larry… later…
btw… When I stand there and don’t say a word to you, even when you’re trying to have a conversation, that means that I don’t’ want to talk to you, it’s nothing personal, I just think you’re psycho and I don’t’ want to associate with you… Think this is you? Probably not, as the person that I’m referring to would never read this and if they do, stop.