well its official

i'm what my father would call "sick as a dog"

*whimpers*

woke up around 7:30, showered, ate, went back to bed because i couldnt keep my eyes open and my head was pounding. my dea is still pounding but i just took ibeprophen so hopefully that'll help. we're out of orange spice tea though--which is what i generally take when i'm sick.

this is really really bad. i'm not sure if i'll be able to kick it in two days which is a rather stressful thought because even my joints are hurting and theres no way i could make it to class like this *shivers* i can't even stand to pull my hair back in a loose bun it hurts so much and i think i pulled something in my back.

maybe i'll just dl Stargate Atlantis and watch it because i told my sister i would over a month ago and i still havent.

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why does he have to invade my space? i barely ever do anything except use the computer and i just wanted to watch a movie because my head wont stop pounding and i barely have the energy to get up and refill a damn water glass but what does he do? bang around and shred paper (all in the other room) so that i can't hear whats being said and then he yells at me for pausing the movie. *sigh* i wish brittny would get online; at least she had a pleasent day yestuday and i would quite like to hear about it.

and now that i've given up the tv and dragged myself over here he is still pacing and mumbling and making noise *cries*

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as if it werent bad enough that i'm fucking sick and have been hacking up a lun all day and i dont even have the energy to sit up straight in this damn computer chair but now he's tyring to fucking guilt me into making him a birthday cake for him. (his birthday is tomorrow) generally i would have no problem making him one but excuse me, i have the flu and you're asking me to bake for you? when we're not even going to be able to have the party anyways?! (because the sis has a gaping wound her her abdomen) i am determined not to let him make me feel guilty, i've already blown half my last pay check on gifts for him and he has treated me abominably and i'm really starting to bloody hate him *dissolves into coughing fit and goes back to watching Startgate Atlantis* i'm going to end up having to sleep all day just to avoid him and his terrible attitude.

*cries*

as if this day couldnt be worse? tvshows.com wont let me dl the last file of a Stargate Atlantis ep i havent seen before so that means i hav eno way of seeing the end!! *cries* oh well, i'll live i suppose but i was just started to like the darn show a smidgen--not nearly so much as Stargate *lol* cheese or no cheese but it was improving.

my throat feels all heavy and clogged and i feel in general like i do when i sleep for too long and then dont get a cuppa coffee--which might be partially due to the fact that i didnt have any coffee this morning but i was trying to be healthy and just drink water. so much for that. it feels like i just can't get enough to drink.

i started reading Pride & Prejudice because its been at least two years (probably 3 or 4) since i read it last and its probably one of my favourite novels. i remember thinking that the BBC rendition of it was quite accurate but i had forgotten how accurate, or at least so far.

i feel like i've accomplished nothing today (except for finishing a scarf i was crotcheting and starting a little hat i'm roughly 1/2 way through.) and i was thinking about editing the porn from thrusday night but this cough is that disgusting froggy phlem type cough and its really starting to get to me.

*sigh* why do men feel the compulsion to try to meddle with, for example, a door thats slightly off its hinges, at 9 o'clock at night and instead of actually doing anything to help they just make it work and instead of saving it for tomorrow they make it even worse again and get angry? i dont understand this thought process that would compel them to such actions.