Feb 29, 2008 01:14
I heard you have mono. That sucks, dude. I asked my mom and there's no way I could have transmitted it to you, because I'm no longer contagious. I hope you're not mad at me. I promise it wasn't me.
I hope you feel better soon. It's a shitty thing to have, because you feel like balls and just want to sleep all the time. The sleep part is mint, though. The sore throat, however, is not. Eat some popsicles and fall asleep, Charlie. That's all you can do. Also, I know you feel like you can't, but try and eat as much as you can. You're going to make it last longer if you don't eat. Trust me.
I worked a glorious six and a half hours today. During that time, Pat and I kept switching the radio station between 103.9 and 92.7. I kid you not, FOUR Pink Floyd songs. So mint. Best shift at work. While we were closing, Imagine came on and it also ruled.
I'm so tired. Blah. I really miss you and all that jazz. I hope we can be friends again soon, because if not, that would totally suck. I hope you're really happy though. I'm happy too. Things are getting better. I don't know if it's the Celexa or spending time with a new boy, but things are looking up.
I still love you.
work,
pink floyd,
charlie,
life