I was going to post earlier while under the influence of dramamine and therefore half-asleep, but I elected against it. My ramblings are crazy enough without being drugged up.

Today I got to pay another fun visit to health services, where they pulled a CSI and said "Give me your DNA!" Actually they never said that, but they did poke me with needles and steal some of my blood, either so they can run some bacterial tests or so they could clone me, one or the other.

The worst part about my recent strange undiagnosed illness is that it is threatening my consecutive classes attended streak. I haven't missed a class since sophomore year when I had mono, and even then I only missed 1 to attend a doctor's appointment, despite it feeling like I had a tennis ball shoved down my throat.

Tonight at 7 all that could change. I've already completed and turned in this week's Advanced User Interfaces homework, and my stomach is starting to protest as the dramamine begins to wear off. It's not looking good for Advanced UI tonight.