Ick...
Hello, 24-hour bug. I'm better acquainted with the inside of my toilet bowl than I ever hoped to be. I woke up this morning with it and stayed home from school because chills and massive hurling are really not attractive. I feel horrible, and my mom isn't helping anything. She stayed home from work - oh, joy! - and she keeps coming in here and looking suspiciously at me. I know she thinks I'm knocked up or something, even though I've told her 800 times I did not sleep with Jake! So nice to have all that motherly support.
I meant to ask Jake if the band is playing for the Winter Formal; I guess we're going together. He hasn't mentioned it to me. Maybe by the time he gets out of school, I'll feel well enough to pick up the phone.
Ughhh.
I meant to ask Jake if the band is playing for the Winter Formal; I guess we're going together. He hasn't mentioned it to me. Maybe by the time he gets out of school, I'll feel well enough to pick up the phone.
Ughhh.