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Mom won't let me go to school tomorrow because she won't be home all day and she's afraid the clot will break and she won't be able to pick me up. I really don't think the clot will break again. And even if it did, I would probably end up sitting there in math or something swallowing the blood until school ended because I'm too big of a wuss to go to the nurse. That leaves me with two quizzes and a test to make up on Tuesday. How thrilling. I hope mom takes the Mustang tomorrow so I can take the van and return Invisible Monsters and get Choke. That's be something to look forward to. Mom also said she's going to call Mr. Doctor Man and get a note out of swimming for the next week or so. That kind of bites. I like swimming, and I feel bad for Cara because she'll have no one to swim with. I'd be annoyed if she left me. :/ Sorry Cara
I still have to write a complaint letter for Con. Ed. I think I'm going to write about the new Transmition on the gold piece of crap and just pretend there was no warrenty. That'll work just fine.
We spent all day at grandma's house. I mostly just did homework and watched the dog show with grandma while mom and dad attempted to fix the sink. That didn't go so well. Whatever. The kitchen looks pretty awesome. Oma and Opa showed up over there around noon. (?) Opa just shows up everywhere. Its like you can't get away from him. But its ok, because he's super-cool. He was jumping up and down over something completely unimportant. What a cool guy. He wants to buy a Subie like our new one. That could be fun.
We had dinner last night at the Rose Garden for Opa's birthday. That was slightly uneventful. I managed to suck down some mozzarella sticks, but it wasn't easy.
I just took another painkiller. Hell yes.
I'm not such a fan of football. I've ben watching the 2004 world series of Poker (again) for the last hour instead. Much more intense. I hate the fact that raymer wins. He kind of irratates me.
I want some more apple sauce. I'll see you kids on Tuesday.
I still have to write a complaint letter for Con. Ed. I think I'm going to write about the new Transmition on the gold piece of crap and just pretend there was no warrenty. That'll work just fine.
We spent all day at grandma's house. I mostly just did homework and watched the dog show with grandma while mom and dad attempted to fix the sink. That didn't go so well. Whatever. The kitchen looks pretty awesome. Oma and Opa showed up over there around noon. (?) Opa just shows up everywhere. Its like you can't get away from him. But its ok, because he's super-cool. He was jumping up and down over something completely unimportant. What a cool guy. He wants to buy a Subie like our new one. That could be fun.
We had dinner last night at the Rose Garden for Opa's birthday. That was slightly uneventful. I managed to suck down some mozzarella sticks, but it wasn't easy.
I just took another painkiller. Hell yes.
I'm not such a fan of football. I've ben watching the 2004 world series of Poker (again) for the last hour instead. Much more intense. I hate the fact that raymer wins. He kind of irratates me.
I want some more apple sauce. I'll see you kids on Tuesday.