There is a weight in my lungs

The past few days I have been feeling progressively worse and worse. If it wasn't enough that my teeth have been aching after my fillings, now when I wake in the morning it feels as if I hadn't slept at all. My lungs feel heavy and my throat feels...odd. Im so tired of chewing on aspirins that I had rather just be in discomfort for a few hours. A trip to the campus clinic is an option, other than I am convinced that most physicians really don't have a clue as to what is ailing us. Maybe that was a little too harsh...

At least getting sick has caused me to have some pretty fantastic dreams. A few nights ago I dreamed that my boyfriend and I were walking along the shoreline of a dark, mysterious ocean. As we looked over the water we saw an enormous manta ray leaping out of the black water. It kept beaching itself, so he and I had to rescue it. Then last night there was an impending doom for mankind. The world was about to face a great extinction, and there was little that we could do about it. Everyone walked about town, trying not to talk about the unavoidable truth.

Anyways, last night I paid eight bucks for a drink in Dallas. That was pretty much the end of the night; plans to go back into Denton and dance to some 80's music were abandoned.

Here is a picture of me wearing cat-ears