So I skipped a class this morning. It was maybe the 3rd class I skipped in four years due to being sick; the other 2 were from the flu freshman year. I don’t know. I woke up and I didn’t feel like hiking across campus with a 0 degree windchill, then sitting in class for an hour and fifteen minutes with snot pouring out of my nose and coughing and sneezing and sniffling disrupting the class. If it was work, I probably would have gone in, but then again if it was high school, I probably would have probably missed days last week because of this. That’d be sweet. I probably would have already been to the doctor, and been healthy already. Stupid independence. Stupid doctors. Now I have to decide whether I should go to my 3rd class or not. I’m going to my 2nd class in a few minutes, but my 3rd class. That’s where I don’t go just because the class is for retards. Yeah, I’m thinking I’m gonna skip that one too. Maybe I’ll build a fort instead.
What I’m listening to: Silence