Fever Dreams or Unglued?

I just wrote this and I don't really know what I was thinking, but this has been the state of mind I have been in for about a week. I want to warn you ahead of time that this is not the most coherent blog ever, but thought I would share anyway because hopefully you can relate:

About a week ago I took my semester finals. I would study for hours a day and lose hours of sleep a night worrying about testing. I would dream of formulas, fiber optics, chemical compositions and my career. The tests themselves were six hours long and grueling, but all that work paid off because I aced my finals. Most people I know would celebrate by partying. I decide to celebrate by catching the flu. Looking back, I think that I may have pushed myself too hard and got myself sick. Most of my fever dreams seemed like a series of random movie clips thrown together. For example, I dreamed that I was a meter maid feeding an endless road of parking meters with quarters from a bottomless shoe... while being chased by monsters. If I wasn't feverish, I would wonder about my sanity.

As I lay in bed, the world kept turning. People would text me to invite me to activities, would wonder why I missed events, and would worry if I was okay. It makes me wonder if my buddies thought I was being a jerk. At the time I didn't wonder about my own douche baggery (look it up in the urban dictionary). The only thing I noticed while I was sick was if my pillow was cool. Finally, I feel great, so I decide to go to choir practice. I sit down and one of my friends gives me "THE LOOK" and mouths the words "you are so fired." I told her that I was sick and we were okay after that. The look that she gave me afterward makes me think that I was being a jerk... or at least she thought I was.

In conclusion, higher education can make you sick and alienate you from your friends, but who cares as long as your pillow is cool... What do you want from me? I'm still a little sick.

Thanks for the vent session...