ah, the joys of strep throat...
not that there are any
but i do get to miss class
which means that i'll have to work twice as hard this weekend/next week to make up the work, because damned if i'm doing any homework while i'm fucking sick.
but we did just get the room cleaned up a bit. my roommate kinda panicked when i mentioned i wanted to move out into a single and started being really helpful, which makes me feel guilty... but its not like she's always helpful. ugh. or even livable. i don't know what to do. this has been bothering me for a while.
i did find out that even though i was smoking around five (give or take a few) cigarettes a day since i got here a month ago, i'm not addicted yet. it's a miracle, but when i got sick monday i completely cut them out and didn't feel a thing. maybe i'm just magical.
i think i must have gotten strep from that hot guy at the rave, because no one else here has it. a hippiedeathplague is going around (so named because it's passed by sharing bowls and joints and cigs) but i didn't catch that, too, thankfully.
i'll try to update with some good news next time.