Wednesday:
Got in an argument with Dad:
Dad: Why didn't you eat when I got you up?!
Me: Because you didn't tell me when we were leaving!
An explanation for those LJ friends who never went on car trips with me: I get car-sick. Not motion-sick (I'm fine on boats, planes, and buses, near as I can tell), car-sick. And if I eat less than an hour before we leave, well...
Started the 4-5 hour trip to Atlanta, and managed to make it there without incident.
Felt ill around supper, so I drank water and ate bread.
Got sick at 12:30 am. (And managed to wake up the 'rents in the process. x.x)
Thursday:
Was OK through most of the day.
Had a (relatively) light lunch. For Thanksgiving, anyway.
Felt ill around supper, (headache, fever) so had two Tylenol and a lie-down.
Got up when I failed to shut up the damn cricket chirping right beside my ear...
...and barely made it to the bathroom. Man, I've never seen grown people move so fast after Thanksgiving supper.
Friday:
We didn't go shopping. ;.; I wanted to go the MediaPlay...
...But I avoided getting sick!
Saturday:
Ate breakfast, so we had to wait awhile before leaving.
Left for home; made it there without incident.
Summary: Nothing exciting happened, but I think I lost weight this holiday. >.