How to survive the plague.

I admit, I'm at a loss for how to do so myself. Brian says that just because my eyes are bleeding doesn't mean that I have the plague. He figures it means I have ebola.
Well, alright, maybe I don't have the plague. But whatever I -do- have is wicked evil and totally kicking my ass. And I have a midterm due tomorrow. And the little monkey that lives on my computer keeps waving at me, but I don't have the heart to make it stop.
All bitching aside, I've got lots of stuff that I should be doing. But I'm not, and this is all because I'm terribly lazy...I mean, sick. I'm real sick.
Is it crazy to hope that they'll finish building my house before they said they would? I'm bored of living in the dorms, I think it's time to move.

Later....
I have now finished my Restoration and 18th century Literature midterm. Everyone, rejoice! Also, I have heard from my boyfriend, who had the nerve to complain that he had to film a rhino today. -I- would enjoy being that close to a rhino. Also, he does not believe I have the plague. He thinks I just have a cold. I'll show him, won't I, when I die from this tomorrow. Of course, that would make all this midterm work an utter waste, so maybe I should hold off on the dying thing at least until I get my grade. I'm a trooper, I am. Now I have to decide if it's worth it to make my way all the way over to the shower or not. It's pretty cold in here tonight, and I'm not sure the nudity is worth the effort.
I found my friend Hayden's journal (yes, I -am- stalking you) and decided to take his quizzes, because I really want to know all about me. Check it out:

(I should be a lesbian)


What Sex Toy Are You?


Which Winona Are You?




Take the Monopoly Piece Quiz!

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