I got up at around nine today and went to bed at around seven last night, which brings my total hours of sleepage up to like fourteen. I love the concept. I feel better now, although I got to stay home from school. It's ironic, because yesterday and the day before were the two days the parentals MADE me go, and were the two days I was most ill, and today I could have definitely been fine at school but they kept me home. Laughter. I can hear my radio playing upstairs. I was lax to turn it off when I came down here to answer the phone, and now I am lax to return upstairs and turn it off and return down here again. I unsuccessfully tried to re-boot my network connections at home today; my attempts resulted in a great big fat nothing, which is what usually happens when I try to work with computers. I quote myself: "I know only where the On button is, how to use the mouse and keyboard, and the difference between a computer and a monitor." GHP interview practice last night sucked. I was sitting in a cloud of fever and delerium answering questions about Hemingway and trying not to grouse too much when people told me I need to talk slower. Yeah, but the faster I get done the faster I can go home, drug myself, and go to SLEEP. Yes, sleep. There's a long weekend this weekend and today I was supposed to make up a Chemistry lab after school. Oopsies. P.S. Puzzle of the day: Is there someone familiar looking in THIS picture? Hint. She's wearing yellow. The girl next to her is super tall and was her best buddy in LA.