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So I'm sick. I'm very sick. Take all the symptoms you can think of and roll them into one skinny little girl; that's how I was feeling last night.
So fatherklyde carried me around because I was too dizzy and nauseated to walk. He also went walking out very late at night to buy me some medicine and almost got mugged outside the store.
All of you go tell him how awesome he is.

I had to miss all my classes yesterday...including one I had a midterm in. But the teacher lets people retake them the next time they meet, so that will all work out.
Today I was feeling really hungry but we had no food, so I decided (reluctantly) to go buy some. Of course, it was 11 in the morning and the store was packed. I staggered around for a while, and the basket dug into my arms...I still have the marks, almost an hour later. Every single checkout line went all the way back to the aisles, so I had to use those stupid self-checkout things. Those are the worst inventions ever...they do not work. So after the fifth mistake it made, I just burst out crying. What do you expect, it's me. And a tired, sick, hungry, miserable me is ten times worse. I finally got it to work, though, and now I'm here eating an Amy's enchilada. (Be quiet, Klyde.) It would be better if it wasn't still half frozen...but at least we have a microwave now. And I don't ever want to get up again.