"So I keep doing my own thing, walking tall against the rain."
News from the hospital: everything's fine, mom's exams are fine, she should be back in the clinic before the end of the week. It took me two whole hours to gather this piece of information, and a good deal of stomachache. I can't help it, when I'm nervous it all goes to my stomach. Anyway after almost two hours of cursing every saint I have ever heard of I finally managed to get in touch with the one doctor who knew something, texted my aunt with the news, and drank a liter of lemonade to fight the nausea. Then I made french toast for lunch, and that seemed to cheer my stomach up, because now I'm feeling fine, just a bit sleepy.
Besides my stupid stomach, everything's going fine. I'm up-to-date with Chuck, and it made me realize I have a huge crush on Timothy Dalton when he plays a psychotic villain. Plus Yvonne is still the definition of awesome and makes me question my heterosexuality every single episode. I'm reading Lud-in-the-Mist, and with Jonathan Strange and everything it feels like I've been on holiday in Faerie for the last month.
On a sidenote, this song is the funniest thing ever to play on drums. *_____*
Besides my stupid stomach, everything's going fine. I'm up-to-date with Chuck, and it made me realize I have a huge crush on Timothy Dalton when he plays a psychotic villain. Plus Yvonne is still the definition of awesome and makes me question my heterosexuality every single episode. I'm reading Lud-in-the-Mist, and with Jonathan Strange and everything it feels like I've been on holiday in Faerie for the last month.
On a sidenote, this song is the funniest thing ever to play on drums. *_____*