**Not for the faint of heart**

I’m sick. I went to bed early last night becuase I was super tired. I slept in slightly this morning, and got up to start work on my last assignment (due tomorrow) for my January class. Usually, this is a great time to work for me, and I greatly enjoy writing papers (or as much as you can) while in my pj’s.

Instead, I was super queasy so I just sat there and watched Gilmore Girls. My roommate decided to run to the pharmacy to pick me up something and a Sprite. The pharmacist recommended Dramamine, which I took.

Within a half hour, I felt normal. I hurried up and got dress and make-uped (yep, a word) and went to my first class in the semester. Of course, I had taken Dramamine, so I fell asleep. After about 45 minutes of class, I woke up having to (insert lady-like term for throwing up).

I made it to the bathroom, fortunately, but it went everywhere. Sadly, I had to go to the bathroom as well, so the whole time I was (insert lady-like term for throwing up), there was tinkle dribbling down my leg.

I decided to skip out on the rest of class and head home and change. I’m supposed to babysit this afternoon, but I hope the mother will be able to arrange things so that I don’t have to. I don’t know if this is contageous or not.

I’m not sure why I felt like I had to enlighten the blogosphere to this fact. I probably should be using whatever energy I have left to write that last assignment. I hear my pillow calling…