Why don't students get an allotted number of sick days?

Yes, that's right friends. Meredith is down and out with some semblance of illness. It's not meningitis according to the nice ladies at the USC health center, but whatever it is, it requires three different prescriptions medicines, lots of fluid, plenty of rest (ha!), and neck-focused physical therapy, which I also am not doing. The first two of four isn't bad I figure. Granted, I walk around in a perpetual state of light-headedness and an overwhelming need to pee...but I won't go there. Mostly because I just took my muscle relaxer pill and I hope to finish this post before my fingers go or my head flops over, leaving me in a immobile puddle on my floor.

There've been a couple of things on my mind that I am hoping to write more about--the most recent of which is a rant about how I always seem to rant when I post stuff on here. Yes, a bit of irony, I know...but I was thinking this morning about how I should take the time to share here about some of the neat stuff that I am reading in the Bible and the cool epiphanies I've had during my chats with God. So hopefully you will see a bit more of that.

Also, we are at the point in the semester in my playwriting class where we begin developing a rough draft of the scene we want to present for the final. This class has been a really interesting experience of self-discovery. I've explored some places in my writing that were difficult to delve into, but I want to share some of my writing along with the things I am learning about releasing my inner playwrite.

And, as an appropriate finale, I am working through a new man-theory: recently a couple of people have thrown around the phrase, "I just need to man-up and *insert manly action here.*" While I am all about encouraging and affirming guys as they learn and practice what it means to be a man, I think that sometimes "manning-up" can often be for the benefit of others. Yes, I'm talking about dating and the "grow a pair, ask girls out" philosophy, but guys, don't judge me too quickly. I want to take a look at how women fit into this picture. And not to let the entire cat out of the bag, I'll leave you with a glimpse of paw: I'm working with a new term, something to the effect of what it means to "woman-up" or perhaps more appropriately, "woman-down." Feminists prepare your fire pits because you might want to burn me after this one...alas I love stirring up controversy, so hopefully I'll get around to this one sooner rather than later.

As always, comments are welcome--in fact, if you hound me via the comments section, it might help motivate me to ward off the muscle relaxer for a few extra minutes some night.