being sick is not cool

Maybe it would be if the pale and washedout, puffy eyes, sore throat look was in.... and maybe in LA it is (I wish I was there), but holy shit, I can't even leave my bed. Again, I can't do work, I can't even eat (which is a good thing...) I must say, the only reason I am complaining (which I never do) is because I havn't been sick all year. Man, it sucks. I was so tired today, when I came home from an exhausting day sitting through hour and a half classes, sliding along the melting ice, drudging through the rain. Wow, I knew weather would be an issue coming here, but I never thought it be this cold and dreary. Anyways, at about 6 pm, I set my alarm to makes sure I would have time to do some homework. I got into bed and crashed. Then, at 8:30, I was jolted to the screatch of my alarm clock. I quickly sat up (completely thinking it was morning) moaning, did I miss my first class?!?!? I hate that feeling, when you think you sleep longer than you do. Along with many other things, it fucks you up. I don't know what it is, but for some reason I have been remembering my dreams vividly. This one is so wierd and sorry if you are totally confused, but here goes...
I am about to get ready for some formal party, and I am rushed for time. My friends tell me it is a costume party, so I end up dressing up as a french maid. We take a long drive with a bunch of random guys that I don't recognize (but I seem to know very well). We get to a hole in the wall hotel (that sorta looks like a cave) and everyone is sitting around in a circle. I remember taking one shot (don't know of what) and then blacking out. When I wake up in my normal clothes, (this is still a dream by the way...) everyone is looking at me differently. They all say, "wow, you were crazy last night," "bouncing off the walls," "absolutely insaine..." I look at someone's camera and see a dancefloor with colored lights and didnt remember it at all. Then I find this computer with some weird program and find a video of me completely naked performing sexual acts.. in which I had no recolection. So, we were all still at this hotel place and I see my grandpa's silver buick parked in front. Then I realized we were all in LA and I wanted to drive home. Then I got behind the wheel and bumped into the parked car infornt of me. I felt helpless/still drunk, pushed on the break and hit the car again. I didn't even care, because I thought, "I'm gonna wake up soon..." AND THEN I DID. I told you it was detailed, so strange I remembered it so well.
Now, back to reality, I really want to watch my favoirte movie, ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTTLESS MIND. It is perfect and I cry every time. I feel like crying right now.