Too Late

I have a fever. Fuck my life. I have to hand in 2 essays. I guess I'll have to email them depending on how I feel at 8. Why am I awake at 4 AM? I woke up to feel like my chest and throat are on fire, I can't talk, and I have the shivers. Why is this funny? It's not really, but I'm trying to find the funny side. My room is about 80 degrees. I'm wearing snow pants and a sweatshirt and I'm still shivering. ha ha...no not really funny.

My damn psych essay exam is due tomorrow, which I haven't written. Luckily it's supposed to be submitted online anyway and no psych classes this week. According to some of my grades, I've written some damn good essays and even term paper, while being feverish.

First time I got sick at Hofstra, Ryan took care of me, because my OCD roommate literally wouldn't come near me and sprayed lisol on everything I touched. He took care of me though. He brought me soup between his classes, made sure I drank a lot of water and stayed with me until I fell asleep each night. He told me he couldn't get sick. I slapped him on the cheek, which was more of a tap because I was weak, and said that's ridiculous. He didn't though. He said "I don't care if you get me sick, I'm going to take care of you anyway" and he did. That's probably one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me/said to me outside my family.

Okay that was just an anecdote. My thoughts just tend to spill out when I'm feverish. For example, really all I want is a hug from one person, besides my parents, but he's also the last person I'd want to catch this shit tbe least. I regular cold I could handle, but this shit hurts so fucking much. So I'm gonna go try not to cry, because fever + near full moon makes me super emotional and go die. By die, I mean seleep.