Illness is truly a terrible thing. I woke up this morning a mess of clogged openings, except for my nose, which chose to randomly let stuff out every now and then. Wonderful. After a grueling six hours of class all in a nice little row, I went home and simply passed out for a few hours. That was fun, aside from the odd flashes of spider web being shot around the room and way too much super hero lingo. And because of this terrible feeling I couldn't go buy new comic books today. And I happen to like comic books. Oh well. I'm going to go to bed, thankfully I only have one class tomorrow, and should be done before eleven, and then it's off to bed again. Crazy weekend lifestyle, here I come. I hope you have some cough syrup for me.