Woke up this morning with my stomach rebelling to the point that I could not move. Was like, "WTF?!? Did I just get sicker?!?" Then remembered that my period had started just hours before. Don't usually get horrible cramps. Then again, don't usually get the cramps coupled with flu like symptoms, so I'm sure the pain was amplified by prior conditions.
Woke up again later, hot and miserable. Took a shower and felt infinitely better. Throat is still sore, though I don't know how much that has to do with my illness and how much it has to do with the fact that I can't walk from my room to the kitchen without feeling as if I just smoked a joint. Without the benefit of a high.
Dear Fellow Hallmates,
Please keep your bongs out of the hallway. Please keep your bongs out of the common room. Please restrict your pot smoking to balconies and windows before I let loose my hacking cough in the alfalfa sprouts and make you all too sick to continue your smoking anywhere.
No love,
Lama
In other news, am back to calling Syd obsessively since the school year has started and chances are she's not at work at 11:00 pm mountain time. She bitches about real life, and her lack of fandom life. I bitch about real life and my overabundance of fandom drama. The drama has died down recently. The bitching has not.
I was going somewhere with that. Where was I going with that, again?
Oh, yeah.
Syd is coming to visit me in October. Because she loves me more than she loves you.
*gloats*
On a closing note, I turn nineteen in less than three weeks (like, woah, I totally didn't realize that till now).
misswindy, if you love me at all you will write me Chloe/Whitney pr0n for my birthday. Complete with scoop. And threats.
Woke up again later, hot and miserable. Took a shower and felt infinitely better. Throat is still sore, though I don't know how much that has to do with my illness and how much it has to do with the fact that I can't walk from my room to the kitchen without feeling as if I just smoked a joint. Without the benefit of a high.
Dear Fellow Hallmates,
Please keep your bongs out of the hallway. Please keep your bongs out of the common room. Please restrict your pot smoking to balconies and windows before I let loose my hacking cough in the alfalfa sprouts and make you all too sick to continue your smoking anywhere.
No love,
Lama
In other news, am back to calling Syd obsessively since the school year has started and chances are she's not at work at 11:00 pm mountain time. She bitches about real life, and her lack of fandom life. I bitch about real life and my overabundance of fandom drama. The drama has died down recently. The bitching has not.
I was going somewhere with that. Where was I going with that, again?
Oh, yeah.
Syd is coming to visit me in October. Because she loves me more than she loves you.
*gloats*
On a closing note, I turn nineteen in less than three weeks (like, woah, I totally didn't realize that till now).
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