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Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Last night was not a good night.

Things were going fine. Things have been relatively good. School, work, yadda-yadda.

And I've been relatively healthy, but around 10 pm, in the midst of watching Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets with my roommate and her boyfriend, I start to feel extremely cold.

So I turn off the fan, grab a sleeping bag, and prepare myself to get warm.

Only...I don't. Eventually the movie ends, and I decide to go take a shower and hit the bed early, and even the shower's no help.

Why? Because I had a fuckin' fever! Fan-tabulous.

I had a very nasty night of bizarre dreams and waking up in sweat. Tylenol helped, but I'm not sure if I still have a fever...my body's cramped to hell and back and my head is killing me.

I also ended up skipping a fifth class of musical notation this morning, and for those of you who don't go to SCAD, that means I should get an immediate F.

I really hope my teacher likes me.