I need a doctor. Greg House would be nice.

I feel like crap. My head is killing me, I'm getting chills and I'm pretty sure I have a fever. My chest feels like it has a brick in it, and I'm never hungry because my stomach is too busy trying to handle all the mucus my body is leeking into it to actually digest real food. And I'm achy. All over. Did I mention that I went through a TWO AND HALF hour choir practice this way? As a first soprano. Attempting to sing the god awful high notes in Glory Hallelujah. Yeah, I tried it once and then just stopped singing--the hacking afterwords wasn't pretty, and made sure I was going to suffocate in my own snot before this is all over.

I can't sleep and no one on this floor has anything that would help. No Tylenol, no Ibuprofen, no Allieve, (however you freaking spell those things) not even some freaken cough syrup (which I could really use because I would really like to start breathing again, rather than darting quick, mucus filled mini-breaths in between hacks) . What do they have to offer? Dayquill. Like that is going to help me get some sleep so I have a chance of not dropping dead on my way to classes tomorrow. This is a freaking college dorm and no one has any drugs. There should be LOADS of drugs, of ALL kind. Why don't they have any? 

Maybe they all hate me and they are holding out on me just for spite. 

...

... I wouldn't put it past them. Freakin' evil teeny boppers. 



.....Could paranoia and bitchiness count as a new symptom?


Now, after having informed you all of my misery, I am going to curl up in my too hot/too cold, too freaking uncomfortable dorm bed, put in my ear phones and watch Gargoyles on youtube until I manage to fall asleep. That's right. Gargoyles. I don't care if that is a child's show from the 90's. I love it.

Maybe my fever will get so bad I'll hallucinate about them. That would be cool.