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I am sick, and it is no fun. Right now I'm missing my Women's Glee class, which means that if I don't run over there before 1:45 and persuade her that I should have a doctor's note except that I couldn't get out of freakin bed until right now that I will get a B in the class. Super. Tell me, why does God insist on trying to ruin my mood? Both last week and this one I have been looking forward to Friday and sooooo much bad stuff has happened before I could actually get there. But damnit, I refuse to let drama and sickness get me down. I have been in a genuinely good mood about life for the first time in like a month and I'll be damned if I let anything get in the way of it.