I Feel Lightheaded

Today was cruelly long. I woke up after a night of sleeping on the floor and I felt like I had been laying there for days. I don't know why, but I feel like I still felt better than I would have, had I slept in my room... in my inferno of a room. I slept(ish) through my environmental science lab, which was my only class of the day. Then I just laid there hoping I would fall back asleep. I had a number of vocal exchanges with the girls I had fallen asleep in the suite with (you are fantastic) and ended up finally getting ready for the day a little before noon.

Then I had a painfully quiet lunch with my prayer partner... I fell asleep while we were talking, so our lunch only lasted about a half hour. the rest of my day is a blur. I know what I did, but all of the events I remember are not near long enough to fill my day. 

I punched a door, and now my hand hurts. I hate ice. Right now, I hate an unhealthy amount of things. I hate being awake and sleep. I hate how negative I am right now. I should probably not be documenting this day, because I sure don't want to remember it, but I need to do something.

You, I hate that you are sick. I don't like it at all. But what I do like are graham crackers... and the fact that you (yeah, you know who you are, and I know you will read this) are making me hold a dr. pepper freeze pop to my bruised hand.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Stop your looking at me while I am trying to be angry.