you may be burned to death or skinned alive or worse.

I'm never living in a dormitory again. This is like the third time I've been sick this semester, maybe even the fourth, and when the time you spend ill is roughly equivalent to the time you spend well, something is really goddamn wrong. I think the fact that the girls here sleep about fifteen to a room is a major factor, here, but there's not a whole lot I can do about that now, except complain bitterly as I sip my Theraflu.

I'm also going to take this opportunity to let you all know how disgusting I really am. I've purchased a container of vanilla cake frosting. I plan on eating the entire thing, without putting it on a cake.