Undone

I woke up this morning feeling the best I have in a long time. Usually (because I’m lucky, and it’s my lot in life) i wake up feeling sick. Excess stomach acid the doctors say. I say they’re trying to get me to take more pills, and I could regulate it without medication, but it would involve me becoming a hermit and living via the internet and credit cards– and an inexhaustible amount of money.

Somehow, I woke up this morning, and I didn’t feel sick. I didn’t feel nauseous, I didn’t feel anything but a little tired (five to six hours of sleep will do that to you.)

I spent my morning fasting. I thought it was a swell idea, really. Of course, i neglected to remember that today was my “you have to walk up six flights of stairs to get to class” day. So after two flights (one floor up from the entrance) I began to get a little woozy. I was too weak to open the water I had allowed myself to buy simply on the fact that a girl has to stay hydrated (it’s another talent of mine to become dehydrated at the drop of the proverbial hat.) and I couldn’t really deal with the idea of passing out because of lack of water. So I struggled up the remaining flights of stairs, asked a fellow student to open my bottle (I’m such a freak) and drank. Where upon finishing drinking (not the entire bottle, a few swigs though) I decided to leave the class room and break my fast with a prayer.

Other than the passing out, the day was without much incident.

I went out shopping with my mom, and she treated me to an Italian Soda…. It made me happy, even if they didn’t put any whipped cream on it.

I should be writing for my class right now. I suppose I’d better get to that– but honestly that’s just what i’m going to do until Scott gets online…. then I’m totally talking to him. This whole “homework” thing is starting to wear on me. Especially when the teacher is so specific about what she wants.

Today I’ve been assigned to write a piece that takes place in a small unit of time. BLAH! What does that mean? None of my prose is longer than 500 words, and none of my poetry would really work. Is my teacher insinuating that I should actually WORK in a Creative writing class? *gasps* Oh the horror! The HORROR!

Alright– 🙂 *Shifty eyes* I just wish I could explain more about things. But I gotta keep my mouth shut.

Derringer Meryl [I know something… Special?] Out