Ways I know I'm actually sick and not being melodramatic

No longer have the ability to brush my teeth: as soon as the toothpaste touches my front teeth the strength to brush is replaced by an uncontrollable gag reflex

Walking turns to flying: even though I know it's impossible every step I take feels as if I'm learning to use winged sandals 

I can't make decisions: driving to the hospital three county away and not packing any clothes, school work, or provisions seems like a fine idea

I have a strong desire to go to class and feel disappointed when I can't go

An excessive amount of eye sleepies: seriously, they are hanging from my eyelashes... so gross

My voice transforms into a sultry jazz singer's

My blogging isn't funny just kind of whiny