healing simplicities

Fridays are usually days for organising and resetting, so I don't really bother for the rest of the week. Anyhow, today is Friday, and I slept till Eleven, and got out of bed at Twelve. This is partially because I am sick, and partially because I slept so well. I slept so well. ^_^

As for being sick, I was feeling nauseous at school yesterday, and according to the back of Shereen's hand, had a fever. The nurse wouldn't let me go home, because "special today, there is a barty, right?" I spent most of the day being rather spaced out, though we did find a corner to play DS and listen to music, so that was nice even though NOOR TOTALLY DITCHED US.

I got home earlier than expected because Stats was cancelled, and my mum was already over at Shanya's place because she was accompanying Shan's mother to Beyonce. My sister was there too, and my sister was the catalyst in my mum's going. I tried to check my temperature, but instead broke the thermometer, and spent the evening and night trying not to cough, talking to lovely people, talking to lovely idiotic but still lovely people, and trying to understand the cat.

Speaking of lovely idiotic but still lovely people, Michela did go for the Corniche concert, and called me asking where she was supposed to meet me. Since she had told me the day before that she wasn't going, I was obviously not expecting to hear this, but being sick I didn't really feel up to being out of bed.

My mum came home eventually, and told me that I was completely right in not going, that it served her right for going, and that "they are spending so much money, they should buy some brains." She was rather annoyed at my sister, who had apparently been "scooting off" and generally difficult. My mum stayed down with me while I ate a bowl of oatmeal, and then I went back to bed, and eventually fell asleep beautifully. Speaking of oatmeal, all I've eaten in the last 24 hours is 5 bowls of it, a cheese and pesto sandwich, a box of tim tams, and a lot of honey. So my mum is making prawns for lunch because she wants me to eat well. Also I believe there will be salad, and probably some other things, because thats how we eat. I am not really hungry, but prawns are always a very pleasing thought. So are cherry tomatoes.

Anyhow, tomorrow I have to go and inform Mr Peter that I have a make-up in History, because the school didn't notice. And though the idea of toff-ing it is very appealing, I'd probably get screwed over in other ways later if I do. Seeing as the Computer Room hates me, it's probably best to be good.

Oh, and the leak that makes our dining room wall bulge is apparently not fixed, so they're breaking out my parent's bathroom again, and it might not even be a leak from our place, but rather from someone else's portion of the house. This makes my mum sad, but I am going to study History and this will make her happy. She likes it when I apply myself. Also the fact that they are here is why I am not in some hospital being tested for swine flu. Which reminds me of what Shereen said yesterday.

 

Shuey: Dude, either drink the Dial or go home!!

Me: I'll drink the Dial!

She: You can't it's poisonous GO HOME.

 

 

Though they haven't been refilling the Dial dispensers...