I'm so sick of sandwiches. So I give in and pay for Chinese food.
Which is good until an hour after you've eaten it.
Turns out, half-way across the world my best friend is also sick to his stomach. But his illness is much worse than mine. He has thrown up several times, but luckily it was on a P-day, right? Poor Elder Hill.
Oh how I dislike Mondays. It's cliche but oh so true. The days and weeks are long. But I have strength to do this! I do, I do, I do!
I want to go to Fiji but I can't. I'm still going to be happy as happy can be.
Isn't this a cute poster? I want it.
-just little old (meg)