Mar. 26th, 2007

Cough.

Mar. 26th, 2007 09:03 pm
I really want to take this class. Only problem is, it overlaps another class that would be of somewhat more use to me.

Stupid summer classes. Stupid having to take them in order to be able to pay rent. Stupid having to be in class at 9 AM during first summer session. Stupid stupid.

I have the plague! Saturday I had kind of a sore throat but it was no big deal and we went out to Atomic Age Cinema like always (and it was completely awesome like always). Sunday I woke up okay but as the day wore on I started suffering from both shaky chills (leading me at one point to go lean on the running clothes dryer for about ten minutes until I wasn't spasming anymore), and a nasty fever. I don't know how high the fever was since I think mecha ate the thermometer and he's in Indy so couldn't be made to buy me a new one, but it was high enough to essentially ruin my Sunday night. Wandered around incoherently mumbling for a while, went to bed early, had feverdreams until the fever broke sometime in the wee hours of the morning. I've been a bit feverish today, but nothing bad; mainly I just have an annoyingly froggy throat.

THAT WAS SUCH AN EXCITING PARAGRAPH.

Emotional: It is basically the same as ever. Actually this morning I had an appointment with my counselor, but what with being high with brain temperature last night, it totally slipped my mind until about five minutes before I was supposed to be there. Whoops. But yeah. Life is stupid and pointless and blah blah.

Actually what I have been doing lately is reading the archives of [livejournal.com profile] ursulav's LJ. She's only four years older than I am -- or, technically, three years and 364 days -- and yet when I look at the art she was turning out four years ago, it still makes me want to kill her and eat her brains to gain her powers. I'm 25 and I'm still struggling to finish school, doing nothing useful, hating life and myself, and mourning a death that shouldn't shouldn't dammit SHOULDN'T have happened SERIOUSLY UNIVERSE. When she was 25, she was making a living, however modest, from her art, and living in a home, however apparently-mold-infested, with her husband and some cats. Where's MY artistic ability and husband and cats, huh?

I think I'm a bit high off of fever right now, so I'm kind of oddly cheerful, but usually reading her stuff just makes me melancholy. She just comes across as so generally happy, and so damn witty and able to create awesome stuff, and it makes me feel like a big nothing in comparison. At the same time, though, the world is a better place for having talking wombats and such.

WOMBATS I SAY.

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