This afternoon I was feeling pretty good so I went out and ran errands for a couple hours, and... came home with a migraine and a mild fever and promptly crashed for a good two hours oh my bed amidst the piles of books and notes I need to be studying for my exams this week. I guess it was too much too soon. Right now I'm curled up in the huge robe that Stephen gave me before he moved out (the lapel is embroidered "SMF" for "sexy motherfucker") and listening to the Final Fantasy piano collections and waiting for the hydrocodone to start kicking in and giving me that warm unfocused-eyes feeling. Even though I didn't feel great I went out with Matt and a bunch of other guys he knows from work. We had dinner at a nice restaurant and then saw a play called "The Effects of Gamma-Rays on Man on the Moon Magnolias." This play won a Pulitzer Prize in 1971, and I'm amazed by that because it was far and away the most boring, forgettable play I've ever seen. You got your loud, drunk, feels-like-life-passed-her-by mother who bosses her two girls around, the-smart-and-tragically-sensitive one and the loud-and-mean-yet-somehow-still-tragic-too one, and you got some tragically bad family dynamics and then oh no, the mother kills the girls' pet rabbit after a ton of foreshadowing and the play ends with her wailing tragically, "I hate the world." I tried really hard to like it, too, but it just... Is "I hate the world" supposed to yank on my heartstrings? That's an emo catchphrase, not Pulitzer material. "GOD i hate the world lolol ;-;"

Ooh. Time for bed.