
Priscilla. A writer, a psychologist wannabe, a student. Hopeless romantic. Pisces. Content.
"The thing to remember is, if we're all alone, then we're all together in that too.” - Katie Bates
title: sick Had to go home from school early yesterday because of a bad stomachache, and then got a fever in the evening. Still sort of feverish this morning, so I'm skipping school today. I should be giving my speech right now, and it's probably a bad idea to stay home since I'd be the last one doing the speech, but I don't think it's a good idea to go with my head still all fuzzy like this.
At least I get to rest. I haven't fully rested since I got home from Jakarta. That's probably why I got sick: I'm exhausted and stressed. In fact, I couldn't sleep yesterday, worrying about the speech, Math test, the play... My brain just wouldn't rest until my mom told me it's okay if I want to stay home today. Then I slept like a rock. Speaking of which, I should enjoy my freedom while it lasts. That is, if you can call being constantly called and nagged by your grandma freedom. Why do I have to be the nice kid - the one she's not afraid of bothering - eh? Gonna go lock myself in my room so my grandmother can't bother me anymore. Gah. |
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