I don't know what to write about. I do know that these antibiotics are working really well, which is why I feel horrible and can't do much. I did read a book that was pretty good. It's called "Glint," and I can't remember who it's by. But it's good. Try it.
My family is watching "Emma Smith: My Story." I cried when I saw that movie the first time. Which is why I'm not watching it now, because crying is not something I feel like doing today. I supposed I should probably be doing my homework (I can actually read and write! The words don't move anymore!). Or I could put my laundry away. But why do something that I can put off until seven tonight or so? Lol.
Nothing, nothing, nothing. Hm. This is a total waste of a blog post, because nothing is coming for me to write that's actually interesting. Hm, hm, hm. Oh! I remember something. My dad is going to California several times this year for business, and guess where the office locations are? Can you say "Two hours away from Seaworld?" YES!!! YOU CAN!!! Because that's where they are. So, my family is going to be going with him a couple of times so that we can visit Seaworld, Scrip's (spelling?) Ranch (I ADORE sea hares, they're seriously one of my favorite animals) where you get to pet live sea creatures, and go to the beach. Dad's thinking about taking us the weekend after next so that I can go somewhere warm. Mom's starting to get sick, too. So's my dog, Misty, but it's something else. Dogs don't get people strains of sickness. Wouldn't it be good though, to go somewhere warm?
Poor Misty. It's so sad to listen to her "cough." Her barking is really husky, too. Instead of the sort of "grrrryip!" she does, it's "hrrrrrrup." It really sounds funny, but it's sad, too. This was funny, though; this morning when I was in bed, I had been dreaming about shopping for clothes when I became aware of someone else in my room. I felt like I was being watched. I opened my eyes, and there was Misty, standing next to me and staring into my face. She looked worried, so I guess I'd been coughing again. She's a sweet thing. Every time I'd start coughing, she'd cock her head to one side and whine.
Now that I've thought of things to write, I think I'll be done now. I like having a blog. It's my journal that I allow other people to read. Woot. I ramble a lot though. Ah, well.