To try to win the battle with this sickness, I went to bed at 10:30 last night, which is way out of the ordinary for me. The Hills ended, I took medicine, and off to bed I went. I fell right to asleep only to be woken up a few hours later by a loud, booming, deafening, roaring, or any other word that describes an extremely noisy unwanted sound that comes at 1:00 in the morning. It was the fire alarm. Someone burned popcorn, causing my entire dorm to stand outside in the usually freezing cold night air, while my friends and I piled uncomfortably into a car to watch three fire trucks handle the problem. Needless, to say, it was not one of the best nights of my life.
I look forward to the day that it doesn't hurt to speak, and breathing feels natural again.
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