This doesn't mean I'm a leper, but it does mean that my tongue is toxic. All I have to do is be careful I don't over-do it.
Re-cap of today: I woke up in a pile of pillows and walked around straightening my room. I then proceeded to open my book: I was on page 80/280... and I have a test on Monday. With a sigh, I started reading. The tiny font of death made it literally take an hour to get through a whopping 25 pages. Ridiculous? I think yes. But, I eventually realized that maybe annotating was holding me back... it was. I forced my self to separate from the clicks of the ballpoint pen, and suddenly I was BREEZING through the story.
And I sit here a champion. Today, I read 200 pages of a book, watched TV, continued to edit through pictures for my senior page, AND took a two-hour nap. Oh, the joys of sick-hood.
And now my friends, I enjoy the thrills of talking to my friends who AREN'T at Dannypallooza on AIM. A part of me wishes I could be there right now watching the hilarity ensue, but the bigger part of me likes being waited on by my mother as I cuddle up with my cat and my snuggie and watch a brilliant movie of the book I just finished....
Tomorrow is my first functioning-human day since this ordeal. I awake, shower, SING WITH JEREMY finally, and go off to tech my play. Let's hope these lines are in the shape I want them to be in! :)
