DIC

Finals week is FINALLY over.  In reality it was more like a 2-week marathon - probably the toughest finals week of my life to date.  I squeezed in a 2-hour nap one afternoon (the only day lacking a looming final the following day).  When I awoke, I didn't know where I was, what day it was, or what time it was.  That's how exhausting the whole two weeks have been.  Anyway, Friday night was amazing.  I ate dinner at So Long Saloon (and I swear the food was the best I've ever had - possibly only because I didn't have to feel guilty about eating out rather than studying something) and went two-stepping with several friends.  I just LOVE dancing!
Then 3 a.m. rolled around, and low and behold my semi-annual immune system crash occurred.  This happens after every finals week without fail.  Somehow my body holds out until after my last final, and then all hell breaks loose.  I won't go into all the details of this particular illness, but suffice it to say that I was fairly certain I was dying.  I laid on the bathroom floor (it was cold, I was sweaty and clammy) for a good 20 minutes before going back to bed.  For a few seconds I even pondered calling 911 for an ambulance, but then I thought about how many people go to the ER for ridiculous things, and I didn't want to be one of those people.  I survived.  I left Manhattan for Wichita at 11 a.m. today.  After a full day (movie, delicious dinner, and Lights at Botanica), I'm sitting comfortably in my livingroom being reunited with all my cats.  I ruv them.  Nikki curled up on my lap for a bit, and Kiya seems to be happy I'm home, even if she hesitates to admit it.  I'm still exhausted, so I'll leave you with that.