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Whatever posessed me to eat? I was feeling minorly better- well, enough better to go to Music History, even though Dr. Allen wasted half the fucking class period talking about his visit to his old high school on Saturday and reading aloud from "Love in the Western World", but then Katie, Susan and I went to the pub and I had some soup and a cheese sandwich because that's what I always eat when I'm sick and I always feel better, only not today! No, I feel even worse now. And to make matters worse, I skipped Mediation on Wednesday because I had a bad headache, so I can't skip it today. Then there's Baroque Art and have you read "The Devil Wears Prada"? Well, Dr. James is almost as bad as Miranda with the whole attendance thing. Last semester, I took two of her classes and missed 2 class periods between the two of them- one because I had a court date in Harrisonburg, and the other because I had a migraine so bad I could barely stand up. And I got permission before class to not go.
Oh, and then there's choir. And the person with the confrontation that's been worrying me for 3 days? She'll be there. I want to go back to bed. Or die. Whichever is faster.
Oh, and then there's choir. And the person with the confrontation that's been worrying me for 3 days? She'll be there. I want to go back to bed. Or die. Whichever is faster.