+ I'm worried I'm catching a cold. I am the world's worst sick person and I was told I'd be extremely susceptible to outside illnesses while I get over the mono, but it didn't really occur to me to take precautions because I am just that smart. I really did think all I needed was the antibiotics to take care of the mono itself; I assumed I wouldn't get sicker.

+ Two words: Naked Heimlich. It's a very impressive, embarrassing story of the human heights of fail that I won't be sharing. :D

+ I actually did some writing last night! It was waylaid by other things and bad feelings inspired by other things, but it's some eight-hundred words I don't hate. I'd like to write regularly again. I don't feel very good at it right now, but I can only re-learn how words work with practice!

+ ...I thought I had more to say but I get to writing it out and I'm overcome with a bout of, "What are you doing, stop complaining." There is a lot of unpleasant stuff that's happened lately that I've kept to myself; I don't feel right about airing the dirty laundry of other people, even when I'm involved and affected and occasionally hurt by it. Lives aren't spectacles. Just assume that I'm flustered, upset, tired -- and this week, sick too. I do mean it, though. No complaining. This is life and things are going to get better. I'm ruler of the universe! :D

+ Another dazzling demonstration of intelligence: I packed up my Xbox 360 to take to school and then ordered P4A (as in Arena, not that stupid anime) to play. It was ten minutes of intense anticipation before I remembered I wouldn't be able to play it for two weeks.

+ I ate a theme park corndog today. They taste so much better than boxed corndogs. I wonder why.

Actual thing that just actually happened. Actually.

Me: ...Where's my toothbrush?
Housemate: Oh, I threw it out.
Me: ..........!!
Housemate: I was using it to clean the saltshakers.
Housemate: Just use the other one! :D
Me: (at this point, I demonstrated my lack of happiness with that idea by dramatically hurling the other toothbrush into the trash bin.)
Housemate: ...or not!

So now I don't have a toothbrush, because the good one was used to clean dishware and then thrown out, and then I threw out the crappy one in protest. (I did manage to find a horrible, hateful travel-sized toothbrush under the sink that I used reluctantly.)

I make great decisions.

And, I need out of this house.

Two more weeks!