Bleh

Super-short post today, or at least as short as I can manage. Gah. I'm sick, tired, cold, and devoid of any human contact until I get to work at which point I'll spread my plague around the world. I hate being sick, not so much because of the coughing, sneezing, the lack of appetite, the constant headaches and nausea, but for the fact that I'm really too busy to be sick. Yes, I know, this is my body's way of telling me to slow down, take it easy, relax a bit, but I can't I have far too much and I figure myself to be more important than I actually am, therefore the world will stop if I call in sick, or dead. Although if for some bizarre reason you are worried about me, I promise I will do nothing at Budget tomorrow except for take a nice long nap in a LeSabre with the front heated seats turned on.

I've managed to survive my first quartile week of midterms with minimal side-effects. I managed to score two hexagonal meals a day, which I'm fairly certain equates to three square meals, and even slept, sometimes... but it wasn't until I had a dream about terrorism that I realized that on a subconscious level, things were not all right. Yes, terrorism. It was great. In fact it was ingenious, so much so I can't publish it on my blog because Tom Clancy will try to steal my idea and turn it into a best selling novel. Yes, it's that good. But I've never been one to be influenced by the media, really watch news or read papers, and least of all ever fell prey to all of the war propaganda being flung at us by Bush like so many crap throwing monkeys. It still happened though, which worries me. Now I'm terrified that they have some kind of dream control device that instead of keeping people in a waking fear of what will happen next, even in sleep it's inescapable. I know that this isn't the case, but at the same time, I want to get a patent for the whole thing.

Oh, and today I'm frump-girl. Not as cool as wonderwoman, but I may be wearing my underwear on the outside. After passing out sometime around sixish last night I woke up, turned on my alarm, and then woke up at six today, still fully dressed and looking pretty much as fantastic as I did when I fell asleep. Woot.

Well, I'm off to struggle my way onto the bus and shake my head in disbelief as to what I considered 'lunch material' this morning. I should live. I hope.