I've gotten very bored during my week incarcerated here. Plus I can lie down and type. This is just one of my awake periods. I'm sleeping for hours a day now.
God, I'm scared of what school has waiting for me.
Would it help if I said that I have only been sick twice in my life (with anything worse than the common cold, that is)?
Once with the flu, and once with bronchitis when I was a baby. Admittedly, that second one sort of balanced things out, seeing as how it may or may not have had something to do with my vocal cords being screwed up to the point that I was legally classified as handicapped due to speech impediment until I was fourteen or so. I think I wasted something like four hours a week attending mandatory speech therapy from preschool (~age 3) until 7th grade (~age 13-14) where I essentially got so fed up with it that I told the school officials to take their therapy and shove it because I wasn't going to miss any more classes for such a stupid reason. According to my parents, my voice "had a beautiful sing-song tonality that even we had a hard time with occasionally", which I take to mean that nobody could understand a single fucking thing I said. I didn't even find any of this out until I was out of high school, which is what makes it really screwed up. Certainly explains some parts of my childhood, though.
Rant/infodump over.