Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Being sick stinks. Before the holidays came I thought it might become boring because all there was on the agenda to do was to pack. Now that I've fallen sick, packing has been harder. Now I wish I were feeling all better so that I could go over and help you pack. Every night I sleep I tell myself tomorrow when I wake up I'll be better, and every morning I wake up there's no change. It's depressing, and there's nothing to do at home to make holiday life a bit brighter. As much as working toward the holidays was incentive enough, now that the holidays are here, I miss work and study.
Hives Hives go away,
Come again another day.
Little Daniel wants to play,
Hives Hives go away.
Dan
8:16 pm