Last night, I broke my fever. I endured chills from hell until one thirty in the morning, then texted my boss "I think I am going to die. I will not be teaching tomorrow." Sweating and moaning, I finally fell asleep.
My neighbors have a mentally disabled daughter. She gets up at 5 in the morning and begins protesting her bath ("I'M NINETEEN!!! I DONT WAAHHAAAHAAANAAA"). When it is time to catch her bus, she shrieks with joy when she sees one of the cats. And when she is not shrieking with joy, she dances outside my window singing along to her Walkman. But the words aren't very discernible.
She didn't go to school today. Instead, she's been outside.
Yep, just what the doctor ordered.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
heaven today bring this hammer down on me
Posted by Salty at 3:34 PM
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