Get me away from here, I'm dying.

On Sunday night Nicole came home from work around seven o'clock, and I went into her room to visit with her. I was lying in her bed talking to her, and I started to get really sleepy so I decided to take a nap. Even though Nicole told me not to. She kept trying to wake me up so I'd pretend to actually wake up, but then she'd walk away and I'd fall asleep again. Because I'm a mature twenty-two-year-old who naps in his roommate's bed.

Anyway, I slept for about an hour and when I woke up, I could feel that I was beginning to get a sore throat. Nicole had been sick all day, so of course I caught something from sleeping in her bed. Are ya happy now, Nicole?! Jeez.

So yesterday I woke up and I felt like someone took a crap in my head. My body was aching and sore, and my throat hurt a lot. I made it to work but only managed to stay until two. I spent the rest of the day in bed, which made me mad because it was so nice outside and I didn't want to be sick. Stupid body!

Today I'm feeling slightly better, although I think I have a fever and my nose is all stuffy. I somehow managed to leave the house early this morning, which is weird, so I got to see what the people who ride the train twenty minutes earlier look like. I wasn't impressed. I also made some woman mad because when people got off at Belmont to transfer to the red line train, I rushed to sit down and she and her man-friend had to sit separately. Well, lady, that's what happens when you make out on the Southport El platform.

I would leave early today, but I have Friday off (it's Good Friday - hurrah for Catholic employers!) and I really need the hours. Stupid real world.

In other news (which I'll go through quickly), Nicole got a tattoo. I saw Friends with Money on Sunday afternoon and I really enjoyed it; I love it when Catherine Keener plays angry characters, and I was definitely in the mood for it (I was pissed off all day for some reason, and I kept playing Martha Wainwright's "Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole" on loop). I had crazy dreams last night (which makes sense; I always have weird dreams when I'm sick), and the one I remember had to do with Basic Instinct, which I have never seen, and it basically involved Sharon Stone having sex (in a not hot way) and then killing people. I felt weird when I woke up, unsure if it was from my illness or from watching ice-pick stabbings.

Ok, I can't get my brain to function on anything right now, so I'm ending this post. I apologize for its suckiness. Hopefully something exciting will happen before tomorrow!