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J: ... Sick as in... Right now sick?

R: Yes, sick as in, I've been sleeping since three in the afternoon yesterday, sick.
J: ... So right now would be a bad time to ask you to go metro?

R: Yes, Josh, it would be.

Oh brother.

I remember the last day of Summer Sunday School. Jancy decided that instead of a lesson, we would celebrate by turning our small classroom into a tattoo parlour (Don't worry, fake tattoos... Jancy's crazy, but not THAT crazy). Jancy got an armful of dinosaurs, and she thought it would be cute to give me a small heart right next to my eye. The kids were running around with wet paper towels and T-Rex cut-outs. It was hectic, but we didn't care. I forgot about that heart tattoo and continued to go to Max's birthday party. A few pictures later, I realized the tattoo looked more like a giant red pimple than a tiny heart. I had to get it off. The only solution? Rubbing alchohol. Being the smart kid that I am, I somehow managed to get rubbing alchohol in my eye (I blame it on my lack of coordination). Obviously, being the over-dramatic girl that I am, I was all, "FMLLLLLLLLLLL, GET IT OUT! GET IT OUT! IT BURNNNSSSSS!!!!" It wasn't exactly the most wonderful experience.

Well, that sums up exactly how my throat feels like right now - Raw with a touch of burning sting. Thank God for hot tea.

And thank you, crappy immune system, for letting me enjoy my Thanksgiving weekend, my mother's turkey and 5 days off from school

NOT.

Excuse me as I go pass out on my bed for another 24 hours AND DIE.