In other news, I am 98% sure that I have strep throat. Yes, that would mean that Damon also has strep throat. So, in short: fuck. I am scheduling a doctor's appointment first thing tomorrow morning. Honestly, I don't have time for this. Damon and I both agreed tonight that we should just get our tonsils removed. They're useless anyway. Plus, I can't be laid up. I need to be out and about and finding gainful employment. Yes...I'm really freaking out about that.
Why the fuck is the clock flashing 7:51 a.m.? That's absurd. Power must have fritzed.
I can't force myself to swallow it hurts so goddamn much. I want to sleep this off but sleep hasn't been coming very easily, nor staying so I'm doubting that'll happen. *le sigh*
Also, I find it interesting that Matt can still hurt me more than anyone else could ever hope to. Even when he's not trying.