Sick as a Dog

I friggin hate being sick. Seriously, it is the worst. I can't function; it seems like the only thing I'm willing to get up for is food. (Yeah, I'm not one of those I can't eat when I don't feel well...pass the chips, dude!)
I decided to go home this past weekend because I figured, I don't feel well enough to go out, so what's the point in being here? I drove home at like 10:30 Saturday night (because my rec soccer coach conned me into still playing a soccer game in Buffalo...probably a baaaad choice.) I get home and go to bed. Fantastic.
(Here is the boring stuff but I have to throw it in to transition to the ridiculous part of my weekend...sorry.) Next day I hit up Super Walmart, which really is super. I love it. Anyways, I had to go shopping for the New Orleans trip. Got my stuff, came home, went to bed. Decided against staying another night because for some reason I wanted to risk my life to get back to school.
Before I head back I always visit a friend. I went over there and we hung out or whatever. I decide to leave around 10:30. That's when disaster struck. I somehow managed to drive off the driveway and ended up in a ditch. I had to call my dad to get me out. Now, our way of getting cars unstuck is a little bit genius, but mostly hick-ish. My dad gets me out of there by hitting the back of my car with his truck. Don't laugh, it works!
So after striking my vehicle a few times, we finally get out of there and I made my dad back out of the driveway for me because by this time I have no confidence in my driving skills. After all of this action, I head back to school.
I have a beef though. How come the plowers decided to take a night off last night?! You guys have had like no snow to deal with besides this past month. The roads were horrendous and I thought I was going to die several times. Boo. Now I'm even more sick than I was when I went home. Maybe next time I'll stick around campus.