Then we went to K-mart and I forgot to take pictures there, but it was Kyle and Melissa against me in a vicious game of Hide and Seek/Marco Polo. And when they finally did find me, Kyle beat me with a pool noodle. Right in front of the pharmacy. And they didn't even care. Heartless folk.
At Broulim's I saw the TA for my English class that I dropped and we chatted for a little bit, and that was all good. I'm sad I'm going to have to re-do my papers, but maybe we can work out a deal or something. Like, I grade for him and start where I left off. Yeah, that'd be nice. But I doubt it. But here's to hoping.
Wednesday I get my camera test. I'm pretty scared to tell the truth. But hopefully they'll have some answers in a week. Otherwise I'll be getting quite sick of sushi, the only thing I've found that doesn't hurt me lots. Mmmm, I love it so much. I feel like a traitor to spaghetti. And those little caviars. I love those. Like I love capers. Which I haven't had since the last time I went to Johnny Carino's (hint hint to anyone that would like to take me).
I've got to stop making every post about food. It's damaging to me I think.
And Rachel: I'm still working on your surprise. I promise to have it by Tuesday. I think. Take my promise on the condition of feeling well. But I'm trying haha!