Nor is it strep. Symptoms said strep. My mom said strep. The clinician even said strep, though the rapid test came back negative. They sent in labs and days later, once I was better, they called and said, “Nope! Not strep!” Thanks, I had no idea. Hah.

Anyway, so that was the last half of my week. Spent skipping non-essential classes to sleep 10-13 hours a day and drink five or six refills of my aluminum water bottle. My reward, not having to do homework, and making a full recovery by the time I had to go see my parents and go to a play.

Oh! Something interesting now, you say? Yes, I saw a play. My family and some guests went to see The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee. It is a Broadway musical, though somewhat lesser known. My critique is it was very good and enjoyable. Quite funny and cute, with good music and an interesting twist of some audience participation! If you have seen this musical, or know of it, then I will tell you, my favorite character was Leaf Coneybear because he has cats. Don’t worry. That’s not a spoiler if you have not seen the musical. Just an inside joke. Hehe.

Well, back to my continuing hectic work week. All my final project deadlines are coming up very soon, so I’ve got a lot to finish. Good luck to me!

Caught within a dream,

repeating thoughts swirling around eddies

like a lost fish swimming in circles,

stuck in his fishbowl.

.

These ideas want to control me,

but I won’t let this cloud

of flowery romanticism catch me,

even though the side effects

of writing sappy poetry

in scripted handwriting

have already set in.

.

Then in a moment of lucidity

the poem is carefully and elegantly

scribbled out,

almost in regret of having to do so

but the idea is already there.

.

My efforts of avoiding these ideas

have been ruined

by writing them down once more.

This is the vicious cycle of a single lover

attempting to breathe underwater

alone.

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Just a little something I wrote a while ago. I still like it so I thought I’d post it. I know most people don’t like or read poetry, but I hope someone enjoys it.