Tuesday, November 25, 2003
I'm sick
I came to write something great and profound but, even if I wasn't sick, it probably would not have been that good. So I will not even attempt to try right now.
All I'll say is who gets up at 4:00 in the morning to have a bath?
Not me for sure. I hate baths!
But that's what I did last night. And then I stood staring at my face that was all full of swollen glands. And my roommate came in because I had woken her up and was blinded by the glaring flourescent light. And we both stood there looking piteous. She was all swollen too. Then we went back to bed and didn't sleep most of the night.
It was a monumentous night.
