I've been sick for the past 18 hours. Strange how I've seemed to regain my health to the point of good philosophical contemplation. I've reached the boredum stage, but have not yet over come illness to function as normal. Last night after I was coming home from The Wiz with mom and my headache and the rest were creeping in, I kept thinking to myself how it would be good if i got sick. Because this illness would be the same illness as I've had 3 times before, the kind where it completely zaps your stamina, but not your appetite. I can sleep and rest all day but not have my head buried in a toilet. So why do I wish this on myself? Because being sick finally forces me to slow down and gives me an excuse to be lazy without guilt. My parents don't make me do household chores and let me rest.

so i'm alone in the house, with the possibility of sleep stretched before me. I'll probably go to a half day of school or perhaps not at all. at the moment my temporary surge of intellectual thinking seems to have subsided. i feel twisted, i need a massage or perhaps a soak in the hot tub if i can summon my strength.

last night: i went to jefferson's high school musical, The Wiz...irony for me since i just finished Wizard of Oz. But I ended up sitting one seat away from K, my longtime theatre crush. I hate it, even now, how he makes me want to impress him, like i have something to prove. but i don't, he's just in his own little world and perhaps self-centered. so what if he goes to a prestigious acting school in NY and i could only get to one of my three schools. but he's a big strong straight guy...i'm a dime a dozen petite girl. so why do i feel this need? i shouldn't, he doesn't care. stupid me...ah well, i never see him anymore. pretty soon he'll be on broadway while i'm still in college and i can say i knew him when...and forget that he ignores me.

but i should tend to my health