I'm feeling much better, and I wanted to write a post for you tonight, but I had to get caught up on all the shit that plowed over me while I was sick. Cleaning up the house, bathing, homework--that kind of thing. So no real post tonight, but tune in soon, because I swear, I do still fancy myself a writer, and I will be back.
Right now, though, it's past midnight, and I have an early class. Plus, I'm tired of sitting in front of this computer. It used to be my friend, until I started using it for school stuff, and now it's like the guy in third grade who was all nice to you to your face, but once you walked away, he laughed at you and called you names to his real friends. Things like "Fatterson Von FatAss" and "Wideload McHugeass" and "that fat smelly bastard who won't leave me alone." And one day you tearfully confront him, and he tells you that he only played guns with you because his mom made him, and really he wished you would lose your balance (because you're so fat) and fall down and break your fat, fat neck, just so he would never have to have your greasy fingers touching his Legos ever again.
We all had friends like that, right?
Well, um...me neither, then. I was the star of t-ball and shit. Everybody wanted to be my friend. No, i'm not crying--I just have something in my eye. Shut up.
Anyway, I'll be back soon with a real post.