|Current mood:||coughing up vital organs|
|Current music:||the space between | dave matthews band|
take my hand, 'cause we're walking out of here..
i just woke up.
i had class at 8:30am, but i e-mailed my prof last night saying i wouldn't be there. it's a real kick in the ass, considering i had a major oral presentation to do this morning. but i can barely string a sentence together without coughing and coming horribly close to dying.
my body's completely giving up on me. my vital organs have all grouped together and are planning a massive takeover. my brain was the last to know.
i'm delerious when i'm sick, obviously.
so i'm going to sit around on my ass all day. trying to breathe.
breathing shouldn't really be an effort. nor should it hurt. but it does.
i have no friends on here. random people, add me. you know you want to. i'm fun!
'narcissistic, overzealous, self-righteous ego maniac.'