Ouchi wouchies

The strangest part of the day was that I woke up really rested after 6 hours of sleep, but by 2pm my eyes hurt from being awake. My eyes have generally not stopped hurting since, and now I've managed to catch myself a sore, itchy throat and a cough. This is not the way things are supposed to go. I blame it on multiple glasses of orange juice. And Keith's friend Josh is here. After getting a speeding ticket, he then got lost, so he started off in the hole and confused. They are currently playing raquetball to the best of my knowledge. Usually, it would be fine for someone to walk in as late as 3 or 4am, but tonight I'm wicked tired for no good reason. So tired, in fact, that I quit playing halo2 after just a couple hours. Brian also retired early, Josh is doing his radio show, and Nick and Mark haven't heard of the words "past 1" in a while. Aside from my diseased state and tired state, my day was fine. I may need some input for some quality blogs soon, because I've grown weary of diaryisms. And thanks for the comments, whoever leaves them, for they allow me the amusement factor of making fun of you, which is the only reason I read my blog in the first place. Now, it is darkness and silence for the skin above my eyes and the wrinkled flaps on the sides of my head.