Ok. So I found out why I am feeling depressed, why I have trouble staying up past 10:00, why my throat hurts, why I am grouchy and why I have an aching desire to spend my life watching television.
I have mono.
Seriously. I just got back from the Health Center. I am sick. I really am. I'm not depressed, I'm not having an existential crisis, I'm not just incredibly lazy. I, in my last semester of school, have an infectious disease.
And what makes this worse is that I have mono before. When I was 13. The doctor assured me that there are very, very few people who get mono twice, but that (GUESS WHAT?) I am one of those lucky souls. Sad, huh? So totally fucking sad.
So here's what I am going to do. I am going to sleep. I am going to watch TV. I am going to document the things I watch for posterity's sake. I am going to live a sad little life.
Fuck William and Mary. Fuck them all. I'm sure they gave me this somehow. I am miserable and sad and I hurt all over, and I'm going to have to lay in my bed and listen to goddamned Randall Terry because he is on every goddamned channel talking about who should live and who should die, when in reality, it is him who should contract syphilis from a male prostitute named Earl and who should get to the point of madness and be killed by Hannibal Lecter. Seriously. Now what the fuck was I talking about?
Oh yeah, I am sick. I don't know what this means academically, but really, I don't care. I will just lay here and ponder my shitty luck, and maybe someday I will reach some stage of enlightenment and it will all make sense.
Ho hum.
I have mono.
Seriously. I just got back from the Health Center. I am sick. I really am. I'm not depressed, I'm not having an existential crisis, I'm not just incredibly lazy. I, in my last semester of school, have an infectious disease.
And what makes this worse is that I have mono before. When I was 13. The doctor assured me that there are very, very few people who get mono twice, but that (GUESS WHAT?) I am one of those lucky souls. Sad, huh? So totally fucking sad.
So here's what I am going to do. I am going to sleep. I am going to watch TV. I am going to document the things I watch for posterity's sake. I am going to live a sad little life.
Fuck William and Mary. Fuck them all. I'm sure they gave me this somehow. I am miserable and sad and I hurt all over, and I'm going to have to lay in my bed and listen to goddamned Randall Terry because he is on every goddamned channel talking about who should live and who should die, when in reality, it is him who should contract syphilis from a male prostitute named Earl and who should get to the point of madness and be killed by Hannibal Lecter. Seriously. Now what the fuck was I talking about?
Oh yeah, I am sick. I don't know what this means academically, but really, I don't care. I will just lay here and ponder my shitty luck, and maybe someday I will reach some stage of enlightenment and it will all make sense.
Ho hum.
posted by Southern Belle at 11:46 AM
1 Comments:
sorry to hear it. my little sister is at home with the same thing.
no doubt it's the university's fault. they owe you.
feel better.
[no, you don't know me. i just stumbled onto your website while not working today.]
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