Er, Strike That
Okay, so I am relapsing like crazy. I feel like I'm gargling gravel, and my body is explosively rejecting everything I try to feed it. Bad mono. No biscuit.
What my mother really wanted in the first place was for Dad to go up with her, so he's volunteered to do so. This leaves me free to huddle in my comfy chair. I'll try to make it up north again sometime when I'm actually fun to hang out with. :)
In other news, NaNoWriMo is upon us! I need to get started fast, since I have to account for the time I need this month for driving lessons and the GRE. I'll look to that as soon as my stomach stops doing somersaults around my intestines.
What my mother really wanted in the first place was for Dad to go up with her, so he's volunteered to do so. This leaves me free to huddle in my comfy chair. I'll try to make it up north again sometime when I'm actually fun to hang out with. :)
In other news, NaNoWriMo is upon us! I need to get started fast, since I have to account for the time I need this month for driving lessons and the GRE. I'll look to that as soon as my stomach stops doing somersaults around my intestines.