2005-02-15
fever blisters, drool, and v-d
Alright, I wanted to write a beautiful anti-Valentine's Day entry but every time I tried getting on to update Sunday night, diaryland wouldn't let me refresh. Hmm, that gold member thing is looking better and better. Certainly it is looking better than Mike Meyers as Goldmember.
The fever fairies have been following my around for the last three days. At one point my temp was up to 102.5. Yeah, that's really healthy. And then what happens? I attend school yesterday. The worst social day of the year and there I was sitting with a fever and the chills. Senora Opiniada had to practically drag my sick hindquarters to the office. Everyone was angry that I had come to school so ill. I was polluting their air. Sorry ladies, it really wasn't my choice to suffer through the tropical heatwave in my body. I made it through seventh hour.
Now here I am at home. Miss Linguist finally decided to play the role of nice female parental and "made" me stay home. Yeah, because otherwise she would have had to restrain me from bolting out the door to school. For the first hours of the morning I couldn't even lift my head off the pillow I was dizzy.
I woke up in a puddle of drool[oh suck it up you big babies, i am sure you don't look like marilyn monroe when you're sick]and the fever blister on my chin had stopped leaking. So now I have this wonderful scab on my chin the size of my thumbnail. And Tent-Boy had to point it out in front of Reginald yesterday during band. Most excellent.
In other news:My Anti-Valentine's Day shirt was a hit and I explicated my ee cummings poem very well. I should become dillusional more often.
Quote of the day:"What are you doing at school? You could be getting everyone sick."-[Attendence office lady]
French phrase de jour:Ma biche, ma puce, mon lapin.(mah beesh mah pouce moh(n) lah-peh(n))My doe, my flea, my rabbit.(These are apparently French terms of endearment.)