You know, every time I get sick, I think 2 things: first, I realize that nobody could have believed me all the times I faked sick in school. I couldn't have been convincing at all. Second, I hope I never die from some kind of terminal illness...I felt like I was dying last night, yet I probably just have the flu.

So, yeah...Jason and Dan McMahon came down here last night. I started not feeling good at 2:00 yesterday, so I slept until 3:30 (I ended up being a half hour late to art class...oops.) I felt fine through art and walking home, so I figured I was just tired. Then, I started to feel sick. So, from like 5:00 untill about 2:30 a.m. I felt progressivley worse...couldn't sleep. Then I finally slept..until about 1:30. Now I'm trying to write my English paper so I can go to Rockford tomorrow night (I figure I'll be okay by tomorrow) but I think I'm going to need to lie down again soon. Suck. Oh well, last night was still pretty fun. People should visit us down here more often.