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Woke up throwing up at 5 this morning. What a miserable way to wake up. this continued on and off until 8 when all the workers showed up to tear the house apart. So sleeping was out of the question. I got out of bed, grabbed my toothbrush and hopped right in my car and headed here- to the best place in Dublin- Mrs. Lynda's (my old roommate's mom). She laughed as she saw me walking up her deck so early in the morning. I explained my unfortunate circumstances, called my boss, and took the day off. This place is so much better than my house. I have slept in Katie's comfortable bed, taken a bath in her huge pool with jets, eaten their delicious food, and now I even have a computer at my disposal. Maybe getting sick isn't so bad after all. Plus, Mrs. Lynda never ceases to make me happy. I wish everyone was as sweet and wonderful as her. It was just like old times. And, I feel pretty good now.
I can't wait to get back to Athens. My car's already packed. I did it yesterday morning. Now, all I have to do is count down the days 'til I leave. Come Sat. I don't know if I'll be able to contain myself.
I can't wait to get back to Athens. My car's already packed. I did it yesterday morning. Now, all I have to do is count down the days 'til I leave. Come Sat. I don't know if I'll be able to contain myself.