I am sick. I HATE it. I felt sick Thurs. so i went to my bed and slept there. or at least i tried. i had some sort of "death-by-chemistry" dream where i was stuck in Mr. Howe's room doing chem. problems, and every time i did one, i got shocked painfully. Like the story of my life. I think i've been in his room after school every day this week until
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