This weekend? I was sick. Just keep that in mind.
I woke up on Sunday sick. Very very ill. Even the smell of chapstick made me queasy. I couldn't eat anything.
My parents apparently thought I was faking it. Yeah. I don't know. So they get me to church, and I'm practically passed out in the pew while trying to pay attention to the sermon and trying not to soil someone's Sunday dress or something. Anyway.
I had to call Mom today about something... and guess what. They ALL have what I had. They're all HOME SICK. *insert long and pointless venting rant here*
Anyway. My dilemma is this: is it... bad that instead of feeling sorry for them, I feel vindicated? I think... that's a bad thing. Gah.
I woke up on Sunday sick. Very very ill. Even the smell of chapstick made me queasy. I couldn't eat anything.
My parents apparently thought I was faking it. Yeah. I don't know. So they get me to church, and I'm practically passed out in the pew while trying to pay attention to the sermon and trying not to soil someone's Sunday dress or something. Anyway.
I had to call Mom today about something... and guess what. They ALL have what I had. They're all HOME SICK. *insert long and pointless venting rant here*
Anyway. My dilemma is this: is it... bad that instead of feeling sorry for them, I feel vindicated? I think... that's a bad thing. Gah.