8:05 p.m.

so the screaming anguish that resounded in my head steadily increasing in decibel level for the majority of yesterday was the sound of fever (or possibly insanity). interesting.

oh i had a massive battle yesterday. the arm was limp and weak, the bar of metal was too powerful. the food was the goal, yet the ordeal was so great my will to eat diminished (which is saying a LOT). i struggled, but the fever had caught me in its clutches, paralyzing the necessary nerve-endings that would send the correct messages to my muscles. i refrained from eating, disgusted at my lack of ability. it had won. i could not show my face amongst all the shame i was wallowing in. oo hes a tricky devil, that spoon of mine.

it is official. buffy has a first name. osias. I think it is beautiful and suits buffy perfectly. unfortunately others do not have the taste and the grace to agree, but liz, aka the connoisseur of good names, knows better. im stuck on his last name, however. any suggestions folks?

quote of the day: “if i didnt want anyone to eat the chocolates, then i wouldn’t bring them”. oh the profundity that is adrienne, as everyone snuck their hands in her bag of valentines candy with apologetic looks on their faces. well, it is a crime to take the sweet bliss that is chocolate from others, so we were not wrong to feel repentant.

yay esther cuz her resolve with wut she would do if she won an amazingly large amount of money would be to adopt children and feed them cucumbers. yay pepinos! speaking of spanish class, ive never sat within such close proximity of the authoritative figure in the classroom before, and unfortunately now she has a decent view of the notebook. my guess is she always thought i was taking studious notes throughout the period. she was horribly mistaken. she keeps glancing at my notebook in class as i obliviously doodle things with extremely high factors of randomity. i can almost feel the plunge in the little respect she once had in me.

so tonight i have an insane amount of work to do, which of course has the exact same meaning as liz will do nothing until the last minute, which equals no sleep, which also equals sad lizzie. oh well. ive braved sleep depravation before, and i can do it again! i have faith in myself.

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