If you define Not Dead as coughing up loads up unidentifiable fluids into a hanky every .2376 seconds and floating somewhere between life and death, and my favorite thing, randomly losing conciousness, which is always fun.

Apparently these five medications I'm taking interact to form the equivalent of a bodily nuclear war. Now that I haev run out of one said medication, it has only made things worse. Last night, I was crawling around at the theater like a broke druggie begging for prescriptions, something that both attracts much attention and Really Weird Looks that I would fine offending if I actually gave a fuck what those people think.

Anyway. I digress.

Mock Trial has taken yet another vote and has made a unanimous decision to mentally exhaust me as much as possible.

We go to court about three times a week to practice, and they have learned to keep special watch over me, since I have this nasty, nagging habit to arbitrarily and without warning lose conciousness on the stand. From stress? Who knows. Blame the stupid fucking penicillin. I dunno what I'm going to do about this Mock Trial stuff. It's going to continue for the rest of the year and it makes me so tired.

Bitchity bitch bitch.

Okay, I feel like falling asleep. I just wanted to let you know that I was still here and somewhat alive. Sorry for the horrendous lack of updates in the past two weeks. I'll try to step up the pace.

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The counter keeps breaking and pissing me off, so NO MORE COUNTER! Mwahaha!