So. I'm sick. Which has been just great considering last week was the first week of class and all. But, I'm finally going to the doctor tomorrow morning. AND! I'm going to the Chiropractor today which will be truly amazing. My back pain has been increasing, so I'm really happy about finally being able to go. I'm hoping they put me on that stretcher thingy. I'm not entirely sure what it's called. But, it's amazing.

Anyway--I've got a bit of reading to do for tomorrow, but I can't really do any of it because I don't have the books for poetry yet. Fail Berry bookstore. I'm trying to find someone that does before tomorrow so I can sneak into the office and make copies. Maybe I'll call Rachel later.

Anyway, I'm going to eat something and finish my Thera-flu.

Peace. Love.

My love.

Can someone PLEASE explain to me why this man isn't in my life:

God. Thank you, Taylor Kitsch, for existing. And for making me happy every time I see your beautiful face.

Now, if only you were actually in my life. That would be perfect.