except, wait, this illness is no fun. I can't play hooky from school. I've exhausted all of my absences in my dance classes. I really shouldn't miss anymore of my real classes. Finals are coming up.
But my ear hurts. And my throat hurts when I swallow. And opening my mouth to allow for food burns a little.
Being sick isn't all that fun, but this illness is especially lame considering that my one remedy (okay fine, diversion) lives approximately 2091.60 miles away.
Dear December 18,
It would be greatly appreciated if you came with haste.
Sincerely,
JenEmily
Thursday, December 3, 2009
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Thankfully December 7th is MUCH closer. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
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