Saturday nights, I feel cultured and alive, and Sunday mornings I feel like a bad word. I hate being sick. Really, this is the third our fourth this summer. I don't even get sick that much in the whole school year. Sucky sucky sucky sucks.

You know what else stinks? eating split up dinners with my seven person family. You have to leave stuff for the other people that are on the phone, or off in a different town for a moment. Whereas, in altogether dinners, you don't have to leave stuff, its a free-for-all, and if you don't get something to eat, its just because you're not fast enough. (I'm so considerate, aren't I.)
I'm just having a really bad day, and I feel like taking a Lortab, even though I hate them.