Roommate makes me feel guilty for being sick.  She's throwing up and still going to class, and I "just have a fever" and I'm staying home.  X__x  Goddamnit, I don't feel well!  I'm not going to climb on my hands and knees up the steps from the Martin parking lot and then get hit by a car because I'm so out of it.  She's been having to tip toe about all afternoon because I've been asleep.  Not that she wasn't doing anything other than being on her laptop, but she probably thinks me weak.  I hate that.  Just because I don't go play basketball and eat catfish when I'm sick doesn't mean you can feel superior.

I spent most of this morning finishing my 1500 word paper for Honors and tonight I could get away with not doing anything, but since I've essentially been asleep since noon until like fifteen minutes ago  I suppose I'm going to try to work on my BusCal paper and maybe start on my Metcalf or Gender Studies take home final too.  I pray I'm feeling decent tomorrow, because I HAVE to go do my Japanese skit and I HAVE to go talk to Buskes.  Also, I can imagine my "Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe" has been waiting patiently for me to come get it too...  ;_;  Dang, I wanty my booky.  Why does the Union have to be so far awayyyy?