I called in sick to work. Now, I'm on my way into work. I told them I had a stomach virus, which is mereley quasi-true. I just slept in. But, my stomach is killing me as if my body is trying to get the flu. I hope not. I called back to tell Deann, and she talked me into showing up. So, I guess it's not going to be a real sick day. Eh, what can you do.
On a less bowel oriented topic, I've been gaining good progress in school. I have to write a research paper about a historic mathemetician for my math class. A paper...for math...what?!? I never dreamt the day I'd do the such. It's going to be so easy though. I'm going to talk about Leonhard Euler
So, this should be fun. I've been having fun in general. Old friends. New friends. Everyone has been there with me. I'll let them speak for themselves. Not all have been around, but they've been on my mind. I think that keeps anyone from disappearing or disintegrating forever, just knowing that someone cares about you.