Maybe I am a Hypochondriac?
Is that even the right word? Last night I was convinced that I had mono, but today I am not so sure. Sure, my tonsils still protest to swallowing as though it were some biological form of the Republican National Convention, but I'm not really tired. It's strange that because I woke up and took a shower and actually went to class today, that I'm LESS tired. And also I dont think I have a fever anymore, but I was sure of it last night. WebMD.com is the wax wings of the hypochondriac (see: Icarus).
Also, there was a fire alarm pulled last night, circa 1 am. That was certainly not cool. However, it was a great way for us to meet our neighbors. We had a big pajama party in the street. There are cute girls in Mark Twain. I dont think any of them live on my floor though... typical (in the words of Sean Bateman).
New blog design, much easier to read and now with comments! I'm slowly retrograding back into
A View From A Distance.