so i’ve had a really crazy strain of randomly bad luck lately.

about a month back, i planned a trip to san diego with my roommate to go visit some friends down there that i’ve been promising to visit for over two years. of course, all of those friends just happen to be out of town on that exact same weekend! how great. so i ended up spending time with my roommate and her friend — and her friend’s roommates. not that that was very bad, but it still was a little awkward for me. anyhow, that same night i went to my first frat party. as i was stepping into the dancing room some [possibly drunken] girl gets up on a wobbly table, promptly falls off, grasps at the air and randomly grabs my glasses as the first thing she can grab and flings them into the raging mass of drunken people.

i was the driver. i didn’t have any other glasses or contacts.

yeah.

so that was bad. that was just the first in the long string of bad that began to happen. and then i got sick. really really sick. as in a fever every night for almost two weeks and a cough so bad that i couldn’t eat because my coughing would push the food out again– and just to top everyth