........................................................................................................................ You might remember me whining a while back about my computer getting a virus. Apparently, it was highly contagious, because Iíve felt like hammered shit for a few days now, and judging by the way I feel at the moment, it looks like Iíve got at least one more day to deal with it. Point being, Iím keeping this short.
I was about to write about how one cannot actually catch a virus from a computer, until I realized that Iím pretty sure that I did catch my ailment from a computer. You see, when I get home after class, the first thing I do is wash my handsóI donít know what kind of people sit at the same station in the computer lab as I do, and frankly, it creeps me out to even think about it. I find itís better to just come home and wash my hands.
Last Thursday, I was distracted by hunger. Knowing that there was no food waiting at home, I decided to stop off and grab something. Generally, this would mean that I would grab something, bring it home in its bag, and eat it. But I stopped at Sonic. Which meant that I ended up sitting there and eating my food, not realizing that as I was gobbling down Sonic deliciousness, I was also ingesting whatever creepiness had been left on a computer lab keyboard.
And now itís three in the morning, Iím in between puke stops, and welcome to April, kids.
As far as news goes, I donít really have anyóother than the fact that my insides donít want to stay inside anymore, I mean.
Iíve got a story Iíll be putting up probably tomorrow. You might notice I didnít say ďshort story.Ē Because it isnít. Itís a rather long story. In fact, it has officially reached into ďnovellaĒ territory, and for a while, it was trying to bust the word count on that. But I got it settled down, and broke it into click-able chapter links.
A long time ago, I wrote a story about flowers and unicorns. You may or may not want to read that story either before or after you read my newer one. I donít know.
Anyway, Iím going to bedóIíve got class in a while, I feel like shit, and plus, itís April Foolís Day, which always sets me on edge. I donít like any day where pranks are socially acceptable but violent retaliation is not.