Mamas, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys

I had to skip three of my four classes today because I almost passed out halfway through my morning class because I still have a fever and I'm dizzy. I'm so going to fail this semester just on legitimate absences. My lungs hurt and I can't stop the coughing, which also makes me want to pass out. I can't go to work tomorrow and I can't really afford not to so it's all a rich tapestry. And I have a test tomorrow night that I absolutely have to take even though I'm likely not going to do well because I can't concentrate on anything. Can I drop out of school yet? I'd like to go home and check on my mom, anyway. She's in bad shape, she's got something serious enough that the hospital quarantined her and she said she feels like E.T. because they all have protective clothing when they come see her. At least she has a phone.

It's not so easy to keep trucking in the face of disasters. We can't even say "At least we've got our health."

Sorry this blog is such a downer. For the one or so person that reads it, I mean. I'd throw some humor in but I think I coughed it up. You read it, you can't unread it. I'd recommend watching, say, the Colbert Report and just pretending it's me talking, so you can still think of me as funny. Stephen Colbert is the brilliance.