I feel like the ick again. I have a sexy, deep voice. I buried myself in my blankets yesterday, moving only to use the bathroom and grab more excedrin. D made dinner. I love him.

D and I went to Heather’s birthday celebration on Friday. Pirates — she made us wear pirate hats. And I am ashamed to say - I sang Karoke. Yes, in public. What song? Livin on A Prayer. I didn’t sing as much as laugh my ass off. And I meant to leave early, but the beer flowed and I didn’t want to think about the Botany Lab the following morning. We ate the nastiest cake ever made (it tasted like pink — that’s all I can really tell you. It was indescribable) and the best cookies. I made friends with the DJ, who had me nearly pissing my pants. I laughed all night. It felt good.

I missed class last night. Yeah, I am a bad student. I felt like poop. D and I snuggled under the covers and watched Lady in the Water. I liked it a lot. The fantastical element in a realistic setting makes me happy.

I’ve had a stitch in my side for five days. It’s irritating and disconcerting. I’m getting old.

Myspace connected me to another friend from my past. Her name is Lynn and now she is a teacher. She was always goregous, and has turned into a beautiful woman. If I remember correctly, she was the first person I met when I started school in Wuerzburg, and the last person I saw before I left. I was terribly immature, but she remained friends with me. We were both on the swim team, and both in honors classes until I had a little breakdown and went back to regular classes. It’s strange… myspace is so full of weirdos and freaks (and not the fun ones) it’s very cool that I keep reconnecting with people from my  past.

This is not a stellar blog post. Sorry. I promise to be more entertaining later. Happy Wednesday