I think I got out of bed for a total of two hours today. No joke. I really didn't do much at all. My body decided it wanted to be a furnace with one setting staying at "High," my throat turned into sandpaper, and my head was split like a watermelon. Luckily I found some Harry Potter fanfiction to read, and I can think about what I have to do for the rest of the week.
March will be leaving us soon. The whole month has been lion-like, roaring his dislike of warmth and biting down hard on any hints of spring. He's a temperamental cat, he is. Maybe if I'd put out a bowl of milk for him, he'd have settled down a bit and let the sun come out. His windy tantrums won't be missed, I can assure you of that.
*sigh* School tomorrow. Don't wanna go. Phooey.