Lies and falsehoods, Padfoot!

Nothing to say tonight, except that my head hurts a lot. But at least our heat got fixed today!




Answer to last Saturday's song: Teddy Bear, by Elvis. becofoz got this one right!

This is just an uber-quick update, while this evil desktop decides to cooperate with me, to apologize to anyone and everyone who wanted to see Hannah S. and didn't get to.

See, Hannah and I were planning a big party thing for the 5th (at least I think it was the 5th), where everyone could see her and we could all have food and fun, but we both woke up that morning puking, and extremely sick with whatever awful virus we caught from my brother. 

So Hannah called David that morning and went home, (and last I knew was home and still sick, but that was days ago so I hope she's better now), and I ate my first solid food today, and ugh.


Once again, I'm awfully awfully sorry that my house got Hannah sick, and you guys didn't get to see her.

And I'm sorry I didn't get to see Sarah and Renee and Jackie and everyone one more time before they all went off to school, but I was too busy moaning on my couch. Bleh.


Hope to see and/or hear from you all soon!




P.S. If you're still in Rutland, I don't go back for another week, and although I have 500 things to do, and am still not 100%, we could theoretically hang out and do easy-going things.

You ever get to that point where you're just so physically exhausted that absolutely everything is not just funny but so hysterical you laugh so hard you cry?

And I mean EVERYTHING, like things that are just not even really that funny, (like four livejournal posts in less than four hours) but you laugh like a lunatic anyways because you're so tired that they seem hysterical?

Well, I'm totally there.

I just told my dad, when he said it would have been smarter to put the waste basket close to me so I could throw my mound of tissues into it instead of on the floor: "Yes, but sadly that didn't happen" and then laughed about it for 5 minutes.

In fact, I'm still giggling.


I must be getting sick, because besides the mound of tissues I seem to be slightly hysterical.

I'm wet, I'm in pain, and I'm still hysterical! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!


Good God, I need to go to sleep.