stickshifts and safetybelts...

the Epic Migraine continues.

i should be sleeping, but i can't. the fucking bed is too cold. last night it took me (i shit you not) around an hour to warm a bed the size of a bathroom stall door. i have half a mind to call Kyle and ask him to come over for a few minutes, heat my bed with his excessive body heat (which i leach on a regular basis), thank him, and send him on his way back to his own bed.

no dice. he's probably sleeping right now. lucky wow i nearly typed something i should never type in a semi-public setting. maybe the meds have kicked in. huh.

in other news... now that i've missed about a week's worth of school, i will be pulling myself up by the genitalia and doing mucho trabajo. it's not going to be fun, but it's (hopefully) going to happen.

alright, enough blogging. my ass just went numb from this luxurious chair the university equipped my room with (as they did for every other room in this small nation of a school). cheers!

i found funny-smelling hair oil all over the back of my spanish textbook's lab manual this evening, and laughed.