nick hornby is still my hero of all heros...

yet another seemingly useless update on my life. Why? I'll get to that eventually. Possibly the next post but we'll have to see what happens.

For now, here's the story. I figured out why I was up all night. Basically, I didn't sleep, decided against my better judgement to go to my class at 8:30. After my class felt a little guilted about my english text that i've still got about 120 pages to go on and i need to be done it by tomorrow. So again, against the wiser fibres within me, I tracked down a cup of coffee and sat and read for a couple hours, got home and have been puking my mind out ever since. Nice, I'm sure you alll wanted to know. What have I learnt from this experience? Read the title once more.

Nick Hornby. He's saved my life on more than one occasion. Today, it was through the divine little romantic comedy Fever Pitch. I'm sorry. I realize this could be a maaajor point of disrespect but i just had to get it out there.

I'm sick as a dog. I have homework to catch up on like I can't even believe and all that's keeping me alive right now is Jimmy Fallon and the Boston Red Sox.

annnd iiii'm going to have to cut this short...there's just nothing worse than being alone and sick. except maybe just being alone with nothing to do. At least the toilet's keeping me company. Sorry, yikes. still too much information.