It was a truly heinous experience.
to quote E. my guts hate my guts, and are duking it out, which means uncontrollable retching. and i learned what the bananas and rice meant- its two out of the four things you're allowed to eat, if you can. i wonder why water isnt allowed... but anyway, this means i just have to do the same amount of stuff, but with less time. i would skip the Mathcounts practice, but everyone would be mad... i'm getting a little better, tho.


4 Comments:
At 1:29 PM,
Anonymous said…
I'm giving you a mental Little-Pretzel-Hug. If blogs had auras, your post would be soggy, blue, and entirely threadbare.
At 1:29 PM,
Anonymous said…
that was meant in a sympathetic sort of way. rather than insulting to your writing.
At 3:50 PM,
lautre said…
thank you. thank you. i am trying to get better, but... its all so confusing. meh...
At 5:52 AM,
lautre said…
you make it seem like my post is a lost puppy soaked in the rain... my inner caffeinated furball has melted into a shivering pile of wet fur.
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