Sick.

It is a Monday evening, and I am sick. It feels so strange to say that, because for so long I have bragged to my friends and family that I hardly ever come down with an illness. Now, I am sitting wrapped in two blankets on my sofa, scratching at my four layers of clothing.

The ironic thing is, I'm still cold.

This sickness--whatever I have contracted--has begun doing strange things to my mind as well. I feel drunk, basically. My mind has been floating to all corners and has been taking my mouth with it. I've spouted off the most random, obnoxious lines tonight. I spent forty-five minutes with a trio of engineers and kept making drug and alcohol references and saying "gangster" phrases such as "don't be hatin'."

I was mortified by what was coming out of my mouth, but for some reason I didn't feel like stopping it. So I say something slightly out of character. That is not necessarily negative. Might as well mix my relationships and my life up a bit. With all the drama that has been going on in my life lately, I might as well add a tad bit more to the mix.

Hopefully this sickness will spare me of much more pain. I look forward to waking up tomorrow with the sensation that my fever has dissipated and that I am free to live my life unpretentiously gangster-free and raging-alcoholic-free.