Apparently Clara came over last night. I don't remember that. I do remember running through the Simpsons' house (after Bart and Lisa won an essay contest) with the giant dog from Beethoven.
I look like a hag. My mom kept telling the doctor that I'd popped blood vessels around my eyes from the strength of the vomiting and I didn't believe her until I saw myself this morning. EW.
Thank you for your good wishes. I must mention that I thought of
cocomotion and
mastergode quite a bit yesterday! I think I even said something about how lucky I was not to be getting a spinal tap. My mother thought I was talking about the mock band and tried to assure me that we could watch it when we got home.