dear the internet,
by the time you read this, *cough* i may be already gone. i contracted the galloping consumption the other day, and cannot go to school. too much walking in the cold and professors remembering they haven't called on me recently and saying, "miss
pemberleya, what do you think?" to whch i *cough* would respond, "*coughcough* i'm dying. i don't know. i may not make it. ::faint::"
might have to schlep to late class, because is once a week for 2 hours. may think about cleaning the house some. snot is exerting too much pressure on brain. cannot think.