Illness has stricken my body. This virus is running wildly, exhausting myself.

I have not been this sick in a very long time, and when my mom told me I had a fever, I wanted to ask her if I can stay home from school.

I have given into taking medicine, something that I normally do not do. It has put my mind into a cloud of unease, and confusion. I try reading but the words just seem to melt together. I can never get comfortable enough to find something to do that makes me happy. Instead I get to sit for 7 minutes until my mind tells me to get up and do something, but there isn't anything to do. I hate it. I want a game to play, but even that doesn't keep my attention for long. I put Diablo II into my computer played for 4 minutes and wanted to die. I want Greg to get his games already so I have something I've never played before.

Hopefully sleep will come to me, and take me away back to my fever dreams. Dreams of Spiderman befriending clowns to fight ringleaders and lion keepers.