Sunday morning I got up and did my laundry. I put the clothes in the washers and then bought a Dr. Pepper and took it up stairs and drank it. I did my internet tech homework as usual. When the clothes we're done drying, I folded them and came back up stairs. That's when it hit me. It was a slight stomach ache. No big deal. I probably drank the cola too fast. Except that it lasted more than a few hours. I lay down for a bit and I felt better, so I ate something. Later I felt the same stomach ache come back. About 10:30 that night, I vomited. I felt a little better after that, but I wasn't up to speed. I went to bed. Monday morning I woke up and I felt like hell. My body would barely respond, and when it did, there was only pain in every joint and muscle. I got up anyway, took a shower, got dressed, and trudged to class. My back hurt too bad to even speak about. I figured I had the flu. I wasn't pleased, and work was even worse. I sat there the first few hours wondering how long it would be before I got better. I was so thirsty that it was killing me, and every time I drank water my stomach started churning like I was about to vomit again.

Somehow I made it through work. I printed out a report for world lit, and then I finished reading the required sections of Love Medicine for Monday's class. I made my way down stairs in the library to wait for my next class. I stood there under a the ledge of a building outside the library, wondering if the rain would stop, and wondering if the person I waited for had snuck by before I got there. I stood there with my backpack on, back killing me, rain coming down. I waited ten minutes. Fifteen minutes. Twenty minutes. Still nobody. Then out of the mist came the girl from next door. We spoke just a little bit. I realized later that I couldn't ask of her anything since every time I was near her, years passed in seconds, and there we no thoughts except those from her words. I had few words of my own inside her space. A few more people showed up, but not the person I waited for. I finally walked on to class. Somewhere between work, waiting, and the next class, the pain in my body went away. I didn't realize it at first because I tend to only notice pain when it hurts, not when it doesn't.

I hadn't ate in over twenty four hours, and at 8:30 that night, I drank another Dr. Pepper. I was sure if it was going to waste my stomach quick or not, but it didn't. I got back up to the dorm and I felt pretty good. I was practically manic. Hyper, babbling, and pacing around. The classmate talked me into going to Kroger. I decided to go, but only if we went to Wendy's. I was hungry. I ordered a number 3 without onions, biggie sized, and a Dr. Pepper. The number 3 is a triple cheeseburger with enough grease to slide you back home. I thought for sure the grease would tear up my stomach. It didn't. We went to Kroger and I rambled around inside the store for a bit. Still my stomach was fine and my body felt great. I got back home and I drank a Pepsi right before bed. I still felt good. I slept well and this morning I feel fine. I hope it truly is over. It's kind of odd. I've never kicked something that quick. I joked with a friend that it was probably all the book mold in the library that got me up to speed. Maybe it wasn't the flu at all. Maybe it just tricked me. Maybe it was West Nile. Maybe I'll get sick today. Or not. Who knows?

At Kroger last night, the cashier declined my check. She said they don't take out of town checks. I asked since when, and she said forever. I thought it funny that I've shopped there 18 months with the same checks I use right now. Crazy stuff. I was only buying twelve dollars worth of food though, so we scrapped up enough cash to cover it. I'll probably want to get a local address put on my checks. That's stupid though since my ID lists me as local. I guess I'm not the one to judge stupid though when I really don't understand how it works. Oh well. I finally bought some mildew remover. The shower looks good today, but the bleach smell is terrible. I'd rather die breathing bleach though than to shower one more time in the black creepy stuff my roommates refuse to see and clean. I guess I'll end this. It's one gigantic ramble. I'm still a bit mantic today I think. Maybe it will last longer than it usually does. A few hours of mania and two more weeks of depression doesn't balance out too much. I'm not sure if I'm actually manic depressive, but I don't know what else it could be. I might just make this up in my head to feel like somebody. I doubt it though. Something about the thought of pills controlling my feelings keeps me too scared to seek professional help though. I feel confident I can win this fight without them.