So my mom decided to come down for a visit last weekend, and that's all fine and dandy. What was not ok was that she was bringing her sick germs with her. GUESS WHO GOT A LUCKY PRESENT A COUPLE DAYS LATER???? Go on, guess.

Ugh, I can hardly feel my face and I can't breathe real well right now. Last night I thought I would get a good night's rest and try to go to school tomorrow... Apparently my dog had other ideas. He was whining at the door from 11 to 2 in the morning, about what I didn't know... Until he started to shit Picasso paintings all over the floor... and the wall... and my clothes... shoes... backpack. Oh it was a lovely sight to behold. So I spend about an hour cleaning it, then find out he did it again out in near the computer room. You can bet I was one happy sick person cleaning up all that shit at 4 in the morning.

I'm tired, and I can't sleep because it hurts to breathe. Ouch. What a fine time for my grandparents not to have any cold medicine in the house :/