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Thursday, January 31, 2008

Sick Day # 3

Yesterday, I came home from school early. In all honesty, I really should not have gone in the first place. My state of illness left me feeling so nauseous, that I couldn't think straight. So, I skipped rehearsal, came home and found out that I was running a temperature of 102 degrees. Throughout most of the night, I slept rather painfully. My nose was running uncontrollably. It felt like I was vomiting through my nose. And the feeling in my throat didn't make it any better.


And so this morning, I woke up early and went in to see the doctor. I remember one time that I had a doctor visit, I feel asleep and drempt that I was stuck in the hospital and couldn't get out. People were looking for me and I couldn't escape. And so the doctor didn't think it was the flu, but wanted to give me antibiotics just to make sure it wouldn't spread. I came home and decided to skip my film class due to the fact that I feel like shit and cannot functon properly.


Today I watched one of those E!'s Top 20 Hollywood Murders. It was fascinating, until a breaking news bulintin interrputed my program to inform me that Brittany Spears was, at that moment, being transported to the hospital. That followed the ambulence for about three minutes and finally went to my already-in-progress program. It made me so angry to see "Breaking News" and having it be about Brittany Spears going to the hospital. I really hope the media dies. I agree we do have a freedom of press, but if our freedom of speech is censored, why can't our freedom of press? I know that's such a radical perspective and so unlike me, so I'm going to correct it by initiating a new ordinace which allows us to kill a minimum of 70,000 paparazi a year. I hope this catches on. Everyone grab your baseball bats and meet me on Mulholland. It's game time!


And so now I'm trying to rest up for rehearsal tonight. I really shouldn't go tonight, but we have a week and a half until we put the show on, so I really have to go. I hate life. I guess I'll go back to the couch where I shall blow fire through my nose.

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