The 2nd Book of Me

Stupid Cold

Well, guess what fellas? I'm sick.

And not the kind of fake sick where you just don't want to do anything and you feel lazy. I'm talking the sick that includes the open-mouth breathing, the constant mucus running down your throat, the exhaustion, and the occasional headache. I feel ridiculous.

It's perfect timing too, because this week is pretty much my only week of summer until like early August. Why, do you ask? Because I'm doing summer school. I know what you're thinking, "wow, did you fail your classes?!?!!?" Well, no. Actually, because of my mess of a schedule at school I don't have room to take humanities. So I have to do that over summer.

And this is my only week of (supposedly) doing nothing until I have to go back to school. -.-

I'm still having to do chores during my week of freedom. I have to clean my room (like not straighten but bury in the depths of my treasures and dispose of things I don't want) and do a trillion things for my dog. I have to give the little sucker a bath and replace the straw in his stupid dog pen (not that I just did that or anything). And we have to take him to the vet for shots as well.

I used to only have to replace his straw twice or three times a year, but now little Mr. Stupid decides to "give attitude" and make me do it a million times even though I did it in, like, April.

Ugh.

So I have to do all that while I'm sick. If I had a dollar for everyone who is either hanging out with their boyfriend or is going to Florida (or at least can breathe through their nose) for their first week of summer, I'd be able to buy a house.

Sigh... Here's to a grown-up summer for me. ☹

If you're having fun all summer and aren't working and going to school, you go, Glen Coco. :/

-Danielle