Well...it all started with a cough (on Jenna) and now we're in a happy little pit of sniffles and headaches and overall hot stuffiness. Drats. Jenna was already told not to come back to school. I should probably do the moral thing and not infect more school-goers. We'll see about that.
So, something dawned on me...somewhere between standing, staring at a wall and getting the Welcome-in-you-keep-me-company look from the student counselor I realized that I have no life. And I blog to make it better (not really). But does this help? No. Because no one bothers to read or comment which means that an appropriate substitute would be talking to myself (more). Y'know...somethings get worrying, like when you realize that you once proudly blogged about your quarter-stacking abilities. Or when you make really sad puns to amuse yourself-- soon the whole school will be resentfully amused by my puns! (If they have a large enough vocabulary they'll get it). And I wonder why people look at me funny? (Jenna and Krysta say it's because I walk funny, talk funny, sit down funny, etc.) Aside from going over pep talk from my dearest friends, there are other important things.
I am going to make pogos. Even more significantly, pogos in the oven.
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