Put me out of my misery.

Happy 200th post. It only took me about 2 years to get to it.. or 3.. I don't remember. But I finally made it.

So my overnight plauge it really starting to take its toll on me. I thought I had finally broken my fever, after it hit an all time high of 106 and I began hallucinating all though the night. It had gone back down to 98.6 yesterday, but I'm just not that lucky. My dog managed to plow open my door last night at 3 in the morning, and I got up to kick him out. Well, being the spoiled mutt that he is, he wouldn't move. So I eventually got him pushed out, closed and adjusted my door so he couldn't move it-- then blacked out. I fell and hit the wall pretty hard, and I think I was only out for a little bit. I heard mom coming down the hallway and she opened up my door when I was trying to get up. I finally grabbed onto the side of my desk and pulled myself up, only to black out again. At least this time I managed to land in bed before I face planted myself into the floor. Apparently my fever had sky rocketed again.

I was even starting to feel better too :[ I thought I might be able to leave the house today. Not the case. House arrest. It sucks. The first warm weekend in 5 months, and I'm STUCK IN THE HOUSE DYING! Dad got pissy with me this morning, like I'm trying to have people feel bad for me. Well I didn't ask for this. I don't want to PASS OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND BASH MY HEAD AGAINST THE WALL. I want to be able to make myself something to eat without having to sit down every 30 seconds when my legs want to give out. Jerk.

At least Leo made french toast. Even though I couldn't eat a lot of it.

So now I guess it's time for me to fall back into my normal state of depression, because what else is there to do? Besides let the jealously of Jessica in Miami eat me alive.

Well.. Looks like a sappy romance novel day to me.

Ciao.