Ickypoo

I'm really ever so sick... all light headed and nauseous. Just had to call into work. Yuck. I don't want to miss my classes today, dammit. I like my classes. Must pull self together.

Last night S. (gay man number what?) climbed through my dorm room window whilst singing Melissa Etheridge's "Come to My Window" in falsetto. It made my life. It also made me put off doing my homework until now, and now I feel icky. Sigh.

Two papers and ninety pages of reading aren't that bad, are they? Hmm?

I'm thinking a nap is in order.