I wish I was sick for real, like coughing and horking up a lung and such. This whole half-assed sick shit is just not working out. And it's droning on and on and on. Everything feels like the middle of the night.
Maybe it's the plague. Maybe it's Mono. Maybe it's real, honest-to-gosh exhaustion. Not the "breast implant" kind or "treatment for an eating disorder" kind. Like, real exhaustion.
Of course, I've been tired before, and I've had rough months (see November) where I not only worked from the time I got up to the time I went to bed, and it would take me a few days of massive naps and vegitation to recover, but nothing like this. And I've worked hard since this term started, but NOTHING compared to last term. I wonder what the freaking deal is.
Maybe I need to get boobie surgery to feel better.