well this explains a lot
so i think i found out why i was so goddamn tired yesterday: i currently have a fever of 39.1˚ C, which for us Americans means 102.5-ish. and while there's little doubt its gotten worse over the night, i doubt i had a normal temperature when i was at dinner, at the dance, at the afterparty, and also whenever i was walking from place to place. this also might explain why i was always shivering while walking down the street while cassie, who was not nearly as insulated from the cold as i, might have been slightly chilly, but nothing more.
so i think my attendance at school tomorrow really depends on when this fever breaks, cause right now all i really want to do is lie in bed with the covers drawn up REALLY really high, and sleep my ass off.
but even with all this and my sore throat and my headache, prom was un-freakin-believable! everyone was completely awesome and made it a night to remember in an unimaginably good way.
so with that i'll say peace out and get me some more sleep, and drink so my pee is clear (thanks for the tip, leah) and hope for the best.
ps. arber was so cool last night, and he's being so uncool in class! whats up with that man? its totally the wrong way to do things, cause the arber at the prom was the arber i knew and loved, not this new spiteful essay maniac with a midterm from the deepest reaches of hell! unkosh man, unkosh.
so i think my attendance at school tomorrow really depends on when this fever breaks, cause right now all i really want to do is lie in bed with the covers drawn up REALLY really high, and sleep my ass off.
but even with all this and my sore throat and my headache, prom was un-freakin-believable! everyone was completely awesome and made it a night to remember in an unimaginably good way.
so with that i'll say peace out and get me some more sleep, and drink so my pee is clear (thanks for the tip, leah) and hope for the best.
ps. arber was so cool last night, and he's being so uncool in class! whats up with that man? its totally the wrong way to do things, cause the arber at the prom was the arber i knew and loved, not this new spiteful essay maniac with a midterm from the deepest reaches of hell! unkosh man, unkosh.