Rome and chocolate really do make everything better. I'm telling you! Okay, so it might have something to do with the mucinex and Nyquil and Dayquil and cough drops and Vix vapour rub and prednisone and albuterol. And antibiotics. But they just make you feel less like hell, until you add in the magic of Pull and Vorenus swordinating and Marc Antony snarking and Octavian... octavian-ing. *wibble* 

I love Rome. It's so perfect. It's this elegant, symmetrical thing that works out only this way because if you change one thing you change everything and it's all going spinny toward this inevitable crazy torturous amazing end and it can't change because it's history so they have to do this because they don't know why but you do and oh my god the Nyquil has eaten my brain again hasn't it? In short, I want the writers of Rome to sit down and have a year long feast in their honor and then I want them to write me something new. Because they are awesome. 

And if the something new isnt as awesome as Rome then I'll give them another chance. After that I'll feed them to lions. 

Maybe they can talk to Joss Whedon and then we'll get some sort of amalgamation of AWESOME with female characters like Buffy and River and Atia and Octavia and Cordelia and Illyria and Darla and Servilia ALL IN ONE WORLD. Oh my god. I think I just braingasmed. Or possibly had some sort of mild concussion. 

My fever broke yesterday. Was it yesterday? No. Wednesday evening. Yes. God that was wretched. I made it to one class Wednesday. Here is a hint: when it is -19 out and you have class and you also have severe asthma and bronchitis and a fever... maybe you should just NOT GO. But I went. I went and had to take my inhaler 2 times just for one one hour class. Then I stumbled back in a fog and probably only got to the apartment out of sheer luck. Nearly collapsed. Realized I had two more classes to go. One of them being a 3 hour long ordeal  that was 3-6 and all the way across campus which was no warmer than it was that morning. 

Realized I couldn't sit up for 3 hours, let alone be coherent. Realized that my lungs were just not going to put up with those sort of shenanigans again. Also, I had cold chills. Three blankets and I would not stop shivering. Then came the cold sweats while chilling. Fever. I contemplated going to class. Realized that getting off the couch was as far as I was going to get and that with any luck I would soon be dead and did class matter when you were dead? 

I fell asleep while shivering and deliriously watching Alice in Wonderland. I don't recommend that. But when I woke up the fever had broken, so maybe it did some good. I now have a vague fear of flying bread and butter though.

I finally felt kind of human-esque again last night. Was so happy. Made the mistake of agreeing to dinner at AppleBee's with Nas, Hunter, Joker, Some Guy, and Joker's-newest-maybe-vaguely-possible-eventual-date-girl. I had a great time, but of course then it turned into hanging out at Joker's afterward. And then I must have looked absolutely pathetic (my cough medicine had started to wear off) because they barely even teased me about how horrendously ill I was last Saturday. They were nice about it. It was dreadful. 

So Nas took me home as soon as I asked and Hunter just smiled and was like "yeah, but this weekend..." 

I really wish Amy hadn't been so weird about Hunter. It would be nice to be able to have her with me on these things. 

Kitty had had to leave on Wed night so she missed the dramaz of my trying to figure out whether or not to go to class, and the fever, and then Thursday evening's decision to go to Applebee's. However she was waiting when I got back. 

"You went out?" 
"... but not to the bars! Just dinner." 
"And then to Joker's." 
"... yes. I felt better though. I was awful last night. Chills." 
'You probably had a fever. Did you take your temp?" 
"100..ish. Not much over. Probably." 
"You don't know?"
"... Didn't have a thermometer?" 
"You are never allowed to be by yourself sick again!" Complete with dramatic hand gesture and rolling of eyes as I coughed. "You could have had 102 and been near brain damage or something." 
"I don't feel brain damaged! I had Tylenol too. and all those cold meds. I was fine. See, no brain damage. Let's watch Rome?" 
"Rome is good." 

The secret to appeasing Kitty is juditious use of Vorenus and Pullo and Naked Marc Antony.

I've got a temp again this morning though. Really low, but eurgh. So I wrote the professor of my one lone class and explained that I was sick with the plague and would be in class on monday if I hadn't died during the weekend and I hoped he understood. Not really, but sort of. 

I'm going back to Rome now. 

(oh, and I found out where I caught the Plague from: Hunter and Joker have it too. Thanks, guys. I'll maim you for this later. I mean seriously, i didn't even kiss and/or dance with either of you. If you're going to infect me with something, dance with me first- or buy me a drink or something... yeeesh)

Yes. I can has. 

Bronchitis. Fucking awesome. I hate you, winter. I hate you, February. I hate you, cosmos. 

Delos is off to Korea for a month. And D too. Boys are idiots. I'm trying to focus on getting better and hopefully my stupid will fllow out with the other toxins. I don't think I'll hear from Delos after he gets back. It's just a feeling, but I'm accepting it. Kitty says my curse is that I am always always waiting for the other shoe to drop. She's right.  
I can't help it. Nas is so nice that I can't believe he's genuine, Joker's so... Joker, PartyBoy is more dramatic than a 14-year-old girl, D is in the same boat with PartyBoy, and Delos.... well, he's got his own problems. Which is why I expect that he won't call and why I'm not as upset with the notion as I might be otherwise. 

Still don't have Car-lotta back. 

Still hate Digital Photography. 

Still feel cracked-out on Nyquil. Urgh.

People ask me what I'm up to, and I really can't say a thing. Guess it's really just the same old thing- wandering around lost like it's all a dream. I'm just waiting to wake up from this, so please don't tell me if I can't.
Don't know where I'm going, barely remember where I've been. Got a nasty feeling it will all be back again. Don't ask me how I am, don't ask me how I've been. It's doesn't matter anyway.
Turning in circles and circles and circles again. I might get somewhere someday, but if I get a quicker escape don't ask me to stay.
I don't want to know who I am and I don't want to know where I've been. But I've got a bad feeling it will all be back again.

1. I am a girl. While this is in many ways vastly superior to the alternative it leads to a monthly bout of misery and torture aptly called a period.
2. While on said period one is either curled up in a fetal position whilst one's insides are apparently ripping themselves apart or embarked on a ravenous feeding frenzy akin only to those of sharks and starved wolverines.
3. Aforementioned feeding frenzies lead to weight gain. Added to the gain from the water retention one's weight is roughly doubled until a normal-sized female self now feels to be about the size and mass of a small killer whale.
4. This weight takes 2 weeks to completely lose, which gives one 2 weeks of cute-size weight before the ordeal begins all over again.
5. Actually, it tends to be longer than 2 weeks because period does not occur regularly, and only announces itself by sudden and profuse bleeding like to that which occurs when a victim is stabbed in the jugular.
6. The severe fatigue caused by the massive bloodloss.
7. The unholy moodswings caused by the severe fatige caused by the massive bloodloss.
8. Having to remain in walking distance of a bathroom at all times.
9. Remembering to retire to said bathroom every 2 hours.
10. Having to have all this trauma whilst seemingly surrounded on all sides by idiot males who have no idea of one's pain and suffering, even when you are only hanging out w/ girls. Just knowing the idiots are out there wandering free and happy...