I was all motivated to write yesterday. Really, I was. But then I had to do homework. And then I got sick. So then I went to bed. And now it's tomorrow, and I don't want to write. So sad.

The great thing about button fly pants is, you cannot forget to zip them up. And you certainly can't forget to button them up, either, or your pants would be falling down, which is just one of those things you can't not notice. Huzzah for button fly pants. This message brought to you by the Button Fly Pants Awareness Association.

I applaud my usage of double negatives.

So. I came home during second hour, today. Dizzy spells, seeing floating black spots, nasuea, stomach ache, plus neuralgia just all said "Go home, Sarah," to me. So I did. Managed to sleep for about twenty minutes, too, which is amazing. And, when I woke up, my stomache ache and nasuea were gone. However, I had gained a headache. Either I'm really talented, or there's law of conservation of pain. Perhaps both, I don't know. Mum called the doctor for me; the stuff I'm on won't (theoretically) start working for about another four days. I wonder if I can get medical leave from school...

Mum's been dealing with a sinus infection herself, a nasty one, at that. Luckily, she went to the doctor, is on some uber-strong antibiotics, and is feeling considerably better. Rachel was ill yesterday due to the whole "being pregnant" thing. It's really never struck me as a good idea, but I'm glad it does to some. I'm still stoked about having a niece or nephew this fall.

In other news, I ate a sandwhich. An entire sandwhich, yes. And a bowl of corn, and a pop-tart, and piece of bread. All today. Which is amazing compared to my last few days diet of bread, lots and lots of water, and the occasional pop-tart. My weight, consequently, over the last few weeks has been going up and down like a yo-yo. I'm wearing a pair of size four (button fly!) jeans right now with no breathing problems. Something is wrong with the universe.

I have a lot of writing I need to do that isn't this, so I guess I'd best get to it. Though I'm really not that excited about the idea about pretending it's 1968.

There are three groups of people in this world. Those who can write, those who can't write, and those who can write just well enough to think that maybe someday they'll be in the first group. But really, they won't, and I speak as an official member of the third group. Depressing? Well, yes, a bit.

Vent mode engaged

I have a teacher who is stupid and immature. It happens, sometimes, though usually it's just one or the other rather than both. In this case, no; it's both. Anyway, I have a big problem with this teacher as sometimes, he behaves like a four year old, and has the power of an adult. That in and of itself I might be able to handle, but this guy- he's proud of it. Seriously. He plans lame tempertantrums and brags about them beforehand. The man is a moron. I want to kick him in the teeth. I considered dropping his class (took early steps towards doing so) but I believe I'll stay. It's just a few more months, right? It'll build character.... or something. Yeah.

Vent mode disengaged.

Today was not good. My team got the crap beat out of it, and I feel sick. I need chocolate. ;)

So, neuralgia woke me up this morning. That's fun. I had to get up early, anyway. Leaving for Wichita soon. I forgot to take my meds last night, because I forgot to take them yesterday at lunch, so I took it late. So I just took one this morning. Definately won't be forgetting to take them today at lunch.

So. "Hypomanic Episode." I had one, apparently. See, the meds that I'm on for my neuralgia are also used as an antidepressent, and can, as a side effect cause said problem. Suffice to say, my behavior in the last few days has been atypical, at best, and all around not so great. Grr. I am very much not happy with this situation.

I have to pack for the ride. Dune Messiah and Opera 101, meds (obviously), cd player, and extra batteries. Forgot extra batteries last time and the ones in the machine were nearly drained. Frustration ensued.

Details of today and psychoness to come later.

There is a complete, unbaked, Rocky Rococo's Pizza in my refrigerator. Am I having a good day? Oh yes... I am.

My mum, awesome person that she is, brought it back from Wisconsin. I think I'm going to eat it tonight. Huzzah!!

In other news, I have two new Eric S. Nylund books to read. Life is great. (Except for the stuff that isn't.)

I've been tenatively diagnosed with Glassopharyngeal Neuralgia. I'm on medication for it, which helps, but knocks me out. I've been drinking an estimated 80 ounces of water a day. Friday, I had a CT scan; the contrast they injected made me feel warm and left an odd taste in my mouth, as it does with most people. Didn't like it at all.

I'm kind of stressed, with medical issues, school issues and college issues all piling up. 99 more days until I graduate. Yee-haw. Have to call and ask people for letters of recommendation tomorrow. Hate doing that. Applications to fill out, too. Erg. Need to go to the library, too, but I don't mind that. :)

Been reading and enjoying The Grapes of Wrath. Unsure of other books to read right now. Finished Penny Candy, Fellowship of the Ring and Timequake recently. I've checked out another Vonnegut book, but I'm not sure if I'm interested enough to finish it. Plus I'm reading (sort of) The Year of the People by Eugene McCarthy for my research paper.

I'm contemplating curling up in a ball and listening to Louis Armstrong until I fall asleep.

What a whiny entry I've written. Enjoy!