Wow, what a beautiful day, it was glorious, I made the boys in my office let me turn off the overhead lights so I could open the window shades and let some real sunshine in. Today I was in an incredible mood, I grinned as wide as possible walking from my dorm room to work. I had managed to grab a ten to twenty minnap. However, I was too happy to sleep, and too distracted to attempt to nap earlier than shortly before I had to leave anyway. Let me tell you this, I love my job. I work with ResNet, working on web pages, and it’s a blast. Of course the company could be better. How many of your offices come complete with a ‘spring mist’ aerosol can for when your co-workers pass gas.
Neanderthals, utter neanderthals.


So I was flying pretty much all day, starting with that iced coffee in a can I had with my breakfast. I have discovered a new love–ICED COFFEE’S. yummy! I usually indulge in a moccalotta chill at the Cinnabon when I go to Madison.(they even use real whipped cream–oooh).


That is I was flying until about 4:00. I started to feel incredibly tired, and realized that I was attempting to curl up in my desk while participating in an interesting(really) discussion of Charlotte Gilman’s “Her Land.”


I’m still incredibly happy, never been so happy, but boy, I’m exhausted. Actually I think I’m getting sick, something’s been going around Platteville,and until now I’ve avoided it. The hardest part of me being sick is the voice in my head. It’s me talking, really, saying “you’re not sick, you’re just trying to get out of your responsibilities…YOU ARE TRYING TO SKIP SCHOOL, ect.” I can have my head over the porcelain, tossing my guts into the waters and the voices continue to tell me that I’m just faking it and that I should just own up to that fact and get back to the things I’m working on. I guess I’ll just have to see if I’m really sick or not, I think I’m going to take a nite-time medicine before I sleep, perhaps I can kill this thing tonight