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I've been real sick. Missed a week and a half of classes sick. Had a fever for a whole week sick. Couldn't eat then was told by my doctor he wanted me to stay at the hospital over weekend. Instead I got three shots, blood drawn (they had to call the specialists at the hospitals to find my veins) and a shit load of medicine. I'm taking steroids; weird. Had an allergic reaction to the one of the medications I was taking; threw up the other one. Infection on my tonsils fucking worse thing ever. Finally getting better.
I have about 5 papers to write; I drop the last paper off Thursday. I won't be getting a 4.0, oops.
Then hello summer.
I plan on reading outside, drinking mojitos, trying to get tan, running & going places.
It's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we knew all about everything, would it? There'd be no scope for imagination then...