January 16, 2003
Alive
Yay, I survived my bout with the stomach flu. My fever went away earlier this afternoon, and so far dinner hasn't caused any problems. Beyond that, I slept a lot. Ready to go to bed and do some more sleeping. I hate I hate I HATE the stomach flu. It's like the most demoralizing minor illness you can get.
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Long night of weird fever dreams. I dreamt about philosophy all night. I was sitting in a lecture on John Stuart Mill, which is funny because I don't think I'm studying him this semester, and I've certainly never studied him before. The cats kept climbing on me all night, but apparently I forgot to feed them before falling into bed.
Grar. I don't want to blow all of today off, but the thought of trying to walk around campus and focus on lectures right now makes me miserable. Ironic, isn't it, that I've skipped class with no second thought before, but when I'm actually sick all of a sudden it's a big dilemma. I just hate using my limited absences this early in the semester.
For now though, I think I'm dragging my ass back to bed.
