At least it's not finals yet.

My life-style isn't the healthiest: There's that whole stress situation, the caffeine addiction, the occasional school-related sleep disturbance... but I'm not that unhealthy. I mean, unlike some of my colleagues, I'm not peppering my study binges with weekends of hump-day majestiquery (apparently when you're technically right at the halfway point of law school, the ultimate way of celebrating is to poison yourself with booze and lord knows what else absent more incriminating facebook photos, possibly because you just can't take a whole 'nother year and a half like the one before it); I'm not mainlining powdered twinkies (ok, I don't know if the otherwise indestructible twinkies are susceptible to powdering, but could you imagine if they were?? We could rule the world!!!!); I'm not huddling in corners just far enough away from school to inhale ten tons of carbon monoxide in convenient Freudian-flaming-phallic-form (ok, I did that for the alliteration). Hell, when I do eat, I even eat kind of well and I tend to get my moderate exercise most of the time.

Nonetheless, no amount of rreserve health can withstand the impending crush of finals.

This quarter it hit early, on the weekend before my last full week, with quite the little stomach bug/food poisoning (it seems that everyone who's gotten this can't quite decide if they had food poisoning or a bug and everyone has gotten this).

I had the rather undignified experience of waking in the night feeling ill and passing out on my rush to the bathroom, waking up still feeling ill and feeling desperately around for the toilet only to discover I was in the living room (NOOOOO) and then flopping myself from wall to pointed edged anything in my desperate attempt to make it to the safe zone... almost accomplished!

 I'll admit it, my illness manifested as a somewhat disgusting silent movie and there should have been foppish piano music in the background.To add hijinx, my lovely boyfriend heard and noticed *none* of the shenanigans and slept right through the collapse, the moaning and the sicko cleaning... So... somebody sleeps deeper than I do!

 After that, the experience mellowed out into a general malaise of not eating and feeling sort of dehydrated in between long episodes of sleep. Incidentally, I'm not sure where this came from, but my utter inability and aversion to eating these last few days made me wonder if there's some sort of EDNOS where somebody would give him/herself mild food poisoning... if there were such a thing it would probably exist in a Chuck Palahniuk book (probably "NOT FIGHTCLUB 16" or whatever incarnation of NOT FIGHTCLUB he is on at this point). 

My stomach finally feels to be about equalized again, which is perfect timing for... what appears to be a cold, probably brought on by the combined weakened immune system of somebody fighting off a stomach thing, stressing over school, not having eaten much in about four days, and whatever else. Ah well, at least it's not finals yet.