Sick.

So I'm sick. I've a fever, my head hurts, I'm freezing cold even in layers, my stomach hurts, I'm coughing and my nose is sniffly, and I just feel sick in general. In the achey kind of way.

So I told my dad that if I still feel bad in the morning, I'm not going to school. Because tomorrow is my long day, and trying to go through a Tuesday feeling sick seems like a suicide mission to me. It's tough even when I'm feeling good.

My dad was in a god enough mood that he just looked at him, smiled faintly, and said, "Okay."

Again, there are just some times when I really love my dad.

For a quick update, I took the PSATs this past saturday, and I think I actually did better than last year. ( Which is good, because I didn't badly last year. ) I actually think I did semi well. :D

Erf. Sick. Am going to go write in my journal and then sleep.

Night all.