I am an idiot.
PS. You might also be wondering why I didn't write anything yesterday. You see, Internet, I was at home, sick, in bed all day. Well, not so sick that I couldn't get out of bed or anything. It was just a really, really bad sore throat, so I suppose I could have gotten out of bed. But I didn't want to. I should have gotten up and been productive and done stuff like clean my room or do laundry, since I deserve to have felt like shit all day yesterday (and, actually, today, too), because it's no one's fault but my own because I was the one who decided to smoke two packs of cigarettes last week, after having quit smoking for over a month.
See? I am an idiot.