I wish it were fatal.

Ah! I hate being sick. I had to work last night and I was sooo very miserable. Everytime I had to walk outside I died a little inside my heart. I hate being sick. I slept all day, from 8 in the morning till 4 this afternoon. I felt so depressed because I had missed the day. I also missed my lab. I slipped the last lab underneath the teachers door and wrote a note saying, "I'm calling in a sick day. Tell my lackey it isn't fatal." Lackey meaning my lab partner. That dork rode on my coattails the whole semester.

I came to the library initially to do homework and I feel so horrible that I want to cry. All I want is to feel better and not feel so tired. Since I feel so ill, I am pissed off at everybody - totally weird to me. I was walking from Ray's to my car in a straight line and I could see this little old lady was walking toward my path. I could see that we were going to collide if one of us didn't move. In the end I diverted my path by a smidge and I was sooo angry at that little old lady for making me do that. I know, I know. Overreacting a tid bit, but thats the way I feel. I hate having the chills.

I want to set the world on fire and sit in it.