Illness and lack of good judgement

Eck. If ever you wanted to torture me for some reason, find a way to get me sick.



I don't get sick, ever. In the last five years, I've only missed school once [now twice] because I felt bad enough to be in bed all day. Thursday night/Friday morning, I shook for three hours before I had enough sense to down some advil. Then, I told my dad, "There is no way I am going to school today." and went back to bed. I slept in until noon, which I haven't done in ages, then I went to the barn, where I felt so dizzy I nearly fell off, and then I went home to make myself look lively enough that my parents would allow me to go out with Shelby and Allie.



We went downtown to the Cafe on campus to see a school band that plays a bunch of classic rock covers, and a lot of their own music. We're friends with the bassist, who is pretty much amazing, and we watched them perform there. They were supposed to go on at eight, but the band before them played over, so they were forced to cut their set short, they had another show they had to go to, and Shelby, Allie, and I sat in the front, and there were probably about twenty people watching them. After they played at the Cafe, we followed the band to the undercroft of a church to watch their second set. That was even better, because they did a The Who cover, a Boston cover, and a The Eagles cover, plus some of their new and older music.

Then, we all came back to my house until about midnight, when they went home and I crashed. This morning, I'm still feeling dizzy and light headed, and know it was probably against my better judgement to go out last night, but, you know? I don't care. =]

I'm going to go watch the game, now. [I know! Jeni and football? It seems inconceivable]