I can reasonably assure you, I'm not dead, just very very sick. I think I have vertigo. I woke up thursday morning like I was inside a blender looking out. The room was spinning as I laid in bed. Oh dear, it's either that or a tumor. In happier news, I'm FINALLY getting my seven wisdom teeth pulled. So the cutsey little nicknames like "Freak" and "Wolf Boy" can finally stop. I'll start commenting in your journals on thursday, as I'm not gonna have much else to do besides watch movies and eat Jell-o.