Rawr
So, Halloween kind of sucked.
I went to a big parade in my town with my boyfriend and his parents. He dressed up, I was going to but I'm sick.
and I thought I was only a little sick, but when we got back to his house I was frozen to the bone, and couldn't get warm. So, I was laying under blankets on their couch and a few hours later Max put his hand on my forehead and was shocked at how hot I was.
102.5, bitches.
It's better today, it was 101.2 when I woke up and has dropped since then into almost nothing. But, I'm supposed to be at school right now, but I'm not. I'm at my parents house, missing all of my classes and work. I feel really bad about it, but I probably should focus on getting better especially since I didn't sleep well last night (I tend to not sleep when I have a fever, I just drift into this place of delirium).
NaNoWriMo starts today, and I still don't have any ideas, fuck me.
I'll try to write something later.
I need to finish reading dracula for a project, and I want to go back to sleep because I'm tired and sickly, so that's what I'm going to do.
Every time I cough it sounds like my lungs are trying to escape from my chest.
I hate being sick.