In which everyone is sick.

Grandpa is home from the hospital now. That pumped him full of diaretics and told him to stop being a fucktard and to listen to his daughters and granddaughters.

Lovely, really.

Heh. Mom is getting up to do papers soon. And I'm still watching Blackadder. I rock.

I totally have to be up for eight. I'm gonna be FUN tomorrow, I swear it. Especially if I find some cough syrup. Good gods my throat is scratchy and boo. I pity everyone who comes into contact with me [but no, not an invitation for contact, JESSICA *ahem*].

I need a song to audition with on Monday. If I survive 'til then.

Niiiiiiiiiiiiight!

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Okay, there be much lovage to a few special people right now.

First off: my mother, grandparents, aunt, cousins, family, etc.
Second: Jessica. Who puts up with me WAAAAAY more than she should.
Third: Colin.... Who's name was ridiciously hard to spell just then.
Lastly: Laurel. I love cookies. The End.




Blah blah. I really don't want to sing for Mrs. Stokes on Monday. I suck soooo bad. Blah.

But I do get to learn how to play chess tomorrow, so that might be fun. I just remeber Brock getting angry and hurling pieces at me. Maybe not so fun...

Yeah so.

KITTEN.

Mmm, I had grilled cheese last night. Well, technically this morning. I am going to bed now. Must resist siren call of Blackadder.