Four Deep

So, I'm sick. I've spent the last day and a half or so in what I like to call a drug-coma, there's not been anyone home, even remotely. Today I've run a pretty constant temperature of 100, which is kind of drastic because I usually run cooler than normal when I'm not sick, about 98.1. After last night, where I would have sworn you could have fried an egg on my forehead, I went to the campus clinic today. I don't know why I haven't gone there before. I mean, with my insurance card, I have a 20 dollar copay, and pay like 10 bucks for most prescriptions. But I didn't have to pay for the campus clinic, it was kind of awesome. I mean, I spent like an hour and a half there, but that saved me a fair amount of money, like half a tank of gas.

But anyway, being sick always does interesting things to me, and this time is no exception. I've been particularly bitter at everyone and everything, it's awesome. I almost deleted my twitter too, that was weird. I got sick of people commenting on how I was "retweeting every brotip" when in reality, of the 500+ that I read, I retweeted like 10. That really kind of pissed me off more than it should have. But whatever.

I'm going home again tomorrow for just a day or so because I need to grab my dance shoes and whatnot for my auditions next weekend.

It all seemed like an awesome idea, but pretty much every time I get close to declaring my major, I'm starting to freak out, because I don't want to close any of my doors, I like them all wide open. Oh well, that's my own dilemma to deal with, whatevs.