someguysteve

I don't feel the sickness yet, but it's in the post. That's for sure. I'm in the finals limbo at the moment. Too ill to sleep. Too tired to stay awake, but the sickness is on its way. Sweat, chills, nausea. Pain and craving. A need like nothing else I've ever known will soon take hold of me. It's on its way.

Eight hours thirty minutes until calculus.