You've Got The Money And The Heartache...

   I hate being sick. Trust me, I'll say it again. I. Hate. Being. Sick.

   When your throat dries up, and your nose runs its own marathon, and your head feels like an over-filled balloon, and all you want in the whole world is to just sleep,  that's the kind of sick I'm talking about. Not some wussy little cough. At ACMA, (my high school, in case you were wondering) people hug. A lot. Given the hugging, sickness gets passed around like those donation plates that church forces on you. 

   I should've known I would be sick. I really should have. The tip off was probably the fact that almost every single one of my friends has been home sick for at least one day within the past week. Another tip would have been the call from my school district talking about how influenza levels have shown that this is an epidemic. But no. I decided to go to school on Monday, despite the headache and sore throat.

   Self-fulfilling prophecy. So here I am, feverish, hungry, and tired. I can't sleep for some reason, I can't eat without feeling like I'm going to throw it up, so I am stuck.

   I should probably do homework, but I reeeeeeally don't feel like going upstairs to get it.

   

   Honestly,

   I'm just going to sleep.

   BYE!

      -Claaaaaaire