So I've been busy. And sick. And busy being sick. Mostly sick though. Because I really haven't been that busy.
I'll never understand the phenomenon of a headache. I understand why pain is useful sometimes. Like, "Ouch there's a pain in my back. Oh, someone stuck a knife in it. Makes sense."
But why does my head have to hurt? There's no knife in it. I checked.
Ultimately, I had to force myself to not go and workout and run for a couple of days to try to get the whole immunity thing back in order. Apparently running miles in the cold and rain
can be bad for you. I always thought that was an old wives' tale.
Actually, I kind of still do.
I mean, otherwise the whole freaking Packers team should be dying of pneumonia this time next week after that snowstorm. Those guys weren't even wearing sleeves. Dude, there is nothing better than watching a snow game in stunning HD.
It's like I love watching football anyway, but when the snow is falling it is just a thing of beauty.
If it was socially acceptable, I would wear a hood all the time.
My last first day of school is Monday. I didn't think of it like that until just now. Maybe I should start crying or something.
I took my awesome test, complete with having to write with a pen. It felt like the freaking TAAS test. My hand started cramping. Stupid tetris induced arthritis. And for the final I'll have to write atleast 2 times more.
Shouldn't writing be a thing of the past by now? They should stop teaching it at schools. It's stupid. It's all about typing now. Using your hands period is almost obsolete, much less writing.
So much of my mood and my very life, for atleast the next week, depends on tomorrow. If you have to ask, you'll never know.
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