Oh did I mention the first day of class is tomorrow? Yup. Best timing ever. I woke up this morning STILL feeling like death so I called Paul at work and asked him to look up a doctor in the area for me and I am now the proud owner of some antibiotics and cough medicine laced with codeine (for bedtime tonight). Oh and some musinex, which I'm pretty sure isn't doing diddly squat.

It was kind of funny how parents were trying to shield their children from me in the pharmacy and at Safeway. I probably would have done the same if I were them.

The best part though? I still had to walk my pathetic self over to the registration building to turn in my reg form. I thought about standing in line at the Financial Aid/Cashier's office but decided that can wait until tomorrow. Or the day after. Or you know, whenever I can actually talk to people without scaring the crap out of them.

It was interesting though, the emotions I went through in the span of a few minutes after waking up this morning. I called Paul and told him I want my mommy. Then I asked him if he thinks this is a sign that I can't make it on my own after all. Of course he said, No. So I started thinking you know what, maybe this is actually the opposite of that. Maybe this is the first obstacle I will overcome to prove to myself that, yes, indeed I can take care of myself. I don't need my mommy or Paul (though it would be nice) and I'm not going to die on my own. Positive thinking.

So rambly. I blame the medication.