Update

I've been sick all week- that's why I haven't been writing. In addition, my laptop's keyboard broke, so it's hard to write. Anyway, I'll try to get an actual post up tomorrow, it's just been hard so far.
Talk to you all later,
Cora

It's the Cycle of Sickness... or is it?

I'm still sick. Luckily, I actually slept 8 hours instead of the 6 and a half I slept on Saturday night.
I still have a fever, and a horrible cough, so I figure tomorrow will be another school-less day. Just perfect, because I have a math test I have to do. And quizzes in almost every subject. Great.
That was sarcastic, if you didn't notice.

Imagine this:
You feel the desperate helplessness of lying in bed all day, half-crying from pain, stress, and boredom.
The boredom often comes when you want to do something fun and entertain yourself, but you know that doing something that is fun and entertaining often strains yourself and makes your head beg to implode from aching. Doing something fun when you're sick is a sacrifice- have fun and risk a migraine, or stare up at the ceiling, hoping that you'll be cured sooner or later, and you're just waiting for the time to pass by.
You're so feverish that you're both hot and cold, and you're shivering and trying to wear a short sleeved shirt at the same time.

And then you feel so bad for hating your state of being sick, because you know that people around the world experience much, much worse fates all the time.
And you have a sudden surge of hope, and then it's dimmed by the utter helplessness you feel, and the sacrifice you have to make by putting boredom over a cure, and you're so feverish, and then you feel bad for others all over again.

It's the cycle of sickness, my friends. It's the Cycle of Sickness.

In short, I feel bad for not doing acts of good recently, but I guess (a.k.a. I hope) that this is enough of an excuse.

Or is it?