i stayed home sick today. don't tell, but i probably could've forced myself to go. but i woke up with 'pretty good year' playing in my head, and i couldn't bare to spend today in that terribly gray place. so i'm here, taking care of my darling baby brother. dad says to drown a cold and feed a fever, and i'm chugging away. there's leftover strawberry tart that i don't think anyone will miss, so i'll take part in that after a while.

and i'm going to france. it's more or less official. what's truly wonderful is i can probably go to myrtle beach and girl's camp. ohh genius. france....*swoon* madame said i'm "the perfect candidate". yippee. i'm in a very good mood right now.


but i still miss christa.



....................................................................well,
...........................................................................still
pretty good year