My pinkeye decided to transfer to the other eye.
My small cold decided to turn into a big cold.
My body temperature decided to raise to 100.4.
My nose decided to be runny and plugged up and gross.
My throat decided to add "strep" before it's name.
And I decided that I hate being sick.
the place where i talk about myself.
- Heather Leith
- big sweaters. avocados on everything. pretty voices. writing letters. sunshine.
2 comments:
sweetie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i'm so sad for you!
does this mean, you wont be at easter???????????????
darned it. i was going to recruit you to fun activities. but. i guess not...
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