I do not want to be conscious right now.

Recovering from the most miserable week known to man that did not involve natural disasters I believe I am on the verge of becoming sick, again.

I was just sick, all of last week. I am one of those people who does not get sick often, I might get a cold here or there, but when I get sick, I get sick. Like stay away from me, sounding on the verge of death, debates of going to the emergency room, kind of sick. That was last wee, I was officially sick, from Sunday, to I suppose Saturday, nearly completely bed ridden for most of that time.

Now, I'm kind of better, it's been lowered down to a 'cold' that carries bouts of illness, which stress may be playing a role in making it worse. I just hate being sick, I become whiny, and clingy, or I sulk and just want to be left alone to sleep. neither option people seem content to let me do, but also there's the lack of desire to do well... anything. Right now my room is such a disaster zone I don't even want to be in it. So I start to clean, then I get tired and everything is shoved into the closet, or left on the bed, and I lay down.

Like I said before, being sick, does not bring out the very mature side of me.

I have to get back to writing, I had all these ideas come to my head when I was in and out of sleep, or staring at the computer screen wondering where my mother was. I was really thinking how little time I have. I have to start working out hard now, on top of this, this cold won't go away.

[*]I took my ASVAB last night, did pretty well thankfully.
[*]Thanksgiving is in two days (thankfully I don't have to work it but they got their revenge in other ways)
[*]My last day of working is the weekend of the 5th of December (11 days to go! 8 if you take out the days off)
[*]Squeeze in two train trips, one to DC, the other to PA
[*]School is finished around the 17th of December...

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