Fever. I was going to originally call this `Home`, since it feels so damn good to finally be back home, but that's long overdue. Fever. I feel horrible. I should've known better than to walk around looking for a building that wasn't on the campus map without an umbrella or hat on, or something. Just my Flash t-shirt and the sky above me. Unfortunately those skies were filled with storm.
That lead me here, in my room against my parents wishes who want me to sleep upstairs for the night `cause .. well, I really have no idea. But -- being too much of an asshole to let me be. If it wasn't for the Theraflu I'd be in bed right now, wasting away helplessly. 103 degrees is what the thermometer said. My skin, my face, my ears -- even the hair on my forearms are on fire right now. God, I can't stand the heat at all. It's killin' me.
There's so much to write about. Like the trip to Georgia, the weekend in Canada, first day of college -- my absolute hate for school. But that's for another time. A time when I'm not blowing my nose on --'s shirt that's in the laundry because it's soft, a time when I could actually understand what I'm writing. Like tomorrow. Fever's never last long with me.
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