I Feel...

...like I could have woken up, stabbed myself in the heart with a dagger, and gone back to sleep.

...like my head is a pumpkin that several rock bands have been taking turns smashing over the last few hours.

...like all I care about is baseball, even though that's not true - the feverish dreams, however disagree.

...like this is the fourth or fifth consecutive day I've had a migraine...pain so intense it seems to bleed out my earholes.

...like I should have stayed in bed and skipped class, even though I would have felt guiltier than I want to admit.

...like maybe I won't get better until I finish writing this story, even though it's twelve thousand words long and I can't seem to find a way for it to...just end right.

...like it's weird that I keep dreaming the Tigers are winning, and even though I've been right up till now, I don't want to trust that it's going to happen. Current bets, though, are on the Tigers for game one.

...like maybe I'm tired of just waiting to be cured of whatever I'm sick of. Like maybe I'm going to visit the health center later on.