Dear Diary, Yesterday (Friday) I was totally fine... I came home from school and noticed my throat was a little sore. A few hours later I started sniffiling. (Is that a word?) By the time I had to leave for Les Mis, I felt absolutley miserable, and I just got worse as the night went on. Ryker was really nice to me. Before the show started I was sitting by myself in a corner trying not to die, and he came and sat by me until we had to take our places. I survived the show (which was absolutely amazing) however. After it was over I had to take Cassie, Erin, Devin, and Jillian to Village Inn. I didn't really want to, but I had promised them. (When I told Cassie during the show that she would have to find her own ride home from VI, she wasn't very happy with me. Which made me mad, because I was so sick. Anyway.) So after the show I waited for them... and waited... and waited... Jillian and Erin talked in the lobby for awhile and then went to get out of costume. But Cassie kept talking... and talking... and talking... She was the last one ready. By this time I had given up and gone to wait in the car because I was angry and miserable. ONE HOUR after the show ended Cassie and the others FINALLY made it to my car. Then Cassie gave me a bunch of CRAP about how she had tried to hurry as fast as she could, but she was helping other people with their costumes and the she couldn't help it and she was really sorry. IT FREAKING PISSED ME OFF. (I never use that word, by the way. But that's how I felt.) Of course I couldn't say anything about it because there were a bunch of people in the car. That's why I don't like to have those kinds of discussions in public---which Cassie knows very well---but she tried anyway. Oh, and did I mention that I called my mom who called the Hoopers to give Cassie a ride home? So I pretty much did EVERYTHING I could physically do to help Cassie when I was extremely sick---and she never thought about me at all. She never once thought, oh, Lisa is really sick. I should hurry so she can get home and rest. That's what bugs me the most about Cassie. She doesn't intentionally try to hurt me---she just doesn't THINK about me--at all. Doesn't think to consider how I feel. Yeah. I'm not a happy girl right now. Love, Lisa Ann