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sick I don’t want to tell you the funniest part first, but here it is: I was really sick, like projectiling from both ends all night, and I asked Connor to go to the drug store and get some very specific things for me. I’ve been this type of sick before, so I ask for gatorade, pepto bismal, and anti-diarrheal suppositories. He brings me back gatorade, pepto bismal, and preparation-H hemorrhoidal suppositories. This is not at all what I wanted and will not help me in any way. (So now, in my apartment, on my dresser next to all my jewelry, I have a big blue box of pills you stick up your butt when you get hemorrhoids.) The rest of the story is maybe not as funny. It’s the Sunday after Thanksgiving, and I’m trying to go to bed early so that I can get up early for the 45 minute commute I make twice a week to my practicum. I am anxious that the break is ending, can’t seem to get back into my teacher sleep schedule. So I take a klonopin. I know this ...