I'm sick and very contagious.

I tried to be a brave little trooper today, and attempted to go to school, but I realized that I'm not doing anyone any good by spreading my strap throat and mono around. Plus the fact that it hurts to blink, eat, breathe, swallow, turn my head, move my limbs, talk, drink, and all that other stuff that one should be able to do without pain. Although I am mighty proud of myself. I got up, showered, and even dressed before I decided to crawl back into bed and not move for a few hours. Usually I give up shortly after my alarm clock wakes me up.
It's rather a good thing I stayed home today. As I have already said, I would probably spread my germs and then the actors could get mono/strap throat and that wouldn't be any good, but also, I've been having fever induced halucinations. Damn I hate those. I was pouring myself a glass of milk, and I watched in horror as the toaster and the food processor proceeded to have sex. I barely noticed when I overfilled the glass and poured milk all over the counter. Stupid sick.
Anyway, apart from being a walking germ-pile, things are pretty good. I haven't blogged in a while. Performances went well, the party was fun, and I look forward to Festival with great anticipation. Yayay!
Okay, I'm going to crawl back onto the couch and pray for death. I'd just like to take this time to thank God for whoever invented pain killers. God...I feel like crap.