Not Dead Yet, But...

Three Things, and then I am going back to bed:

1. Fuck my roommate. She woke me up last night out of a sound and Nyquil-induced (!!!) sleep by spraying so much air freshener in our room it woke me up. What the hell. (The room still smells like fake flowers this morning, so I am pretty sure this actually happened)
2. Nyquil causes very strange dreams. Last night I dreamed I was some girl named Cassandra who was staying at her friend's giant mansion house for the weekend for a big family party. But then one of her porcelain dolls came alive and tried to kill her mom and we had to kill it. Freaky as fuck. And the only reason I didn't wake up screaming from that was that it slipped into me being Ted and there was cute Boostley hair-playing after we killed the evil doll. Yeah.
3. I got up early to do the paper rewrite of the paper I turned in ages ago that my TA said was epic fail and already gave me an extension on from Monday because I was sick, but I don't even know where to start and it's just making me want to curl up in a ball and cry. So I think I will just skip class and write it this afternoon and email it to him and tell him I was still sick (not that big of a lie, really, although I am feeling better today). I suck and I hate my life. *whines*