I feel as if I have had 17 cups of coffee yet I am still tired.

I'm sick. I'm sick of being sick. I hate world of warcraft. My parents don't have any pissy music on their computer. I feel like listening to pissy music. I would read but I can't concentrate right now. Phillip Philips is an ass. My astronomy professor is nice. My fiance is playing world of shit for the ninth(?) straight night in a row. It's not so bad except I worry that this is the beginning of going back to how he was. I'm talking to Xi. That's cool, I haven't talked to him in a while. I can feel my pulse in my head again. I would take aspirin but I don't want to be nauseous. The trees are pretty outside. It gets cold again tomorrow. Matthew's fish move to whatever side of the tank is closest to people and then they watch. My parents get back from Hawaii sunday. I need to clean the kitchen before then. Time to play piano. If I can't listen to pissy music, I can play it.