Ok, that's not really what I'm blogging about, but I still wrote it.
[Yes, I'm awesome]
What am I blogging about? My pseudo-porcine influenza, of course!
I stayed home from all my classes today because of illness. If I'm dead in two weeks, you know why now.
In other news, Faustus is my favorite. He's a great phone conversationist and I enjoy chatting with him--especially when I've got pseudo-porcine influenza and my roommates would prefer I quarantine myself :D
"So help me, if you make me sick, I'm gonna kill you!"
--Grandma not five seconds ago
Ok, this blog post doesn't too much of a point, so I'll stop here. BUT, in the event of my brain returning to normal functioning capabilities, I'll letcha know!
OUT AND ABOUT.
:::::UPDATE:::::
I had this super intense nightmare last night. I was stuck in an NES version of The Playboy Mansion--it was super pixelized and such--and all of us in there had to win prostitution challenges like we were on a reality show. However, rather than just being sent home, the loser of these challenges was fed to zombies. Knowing that I wasn't going to win the challenge and not wanting to be fed to zombies, I went through a process of backtracking through a GameBoy
It was sick nasty.
It was sick nasty.
I'll say a prayer that you don't die.