Sigh.

I got to spend the long weekend feeling like crap.

Bleugh.

Today I feel like crap. I have a minor headache, my throat is sore, I have nasty coughs, and my nose is stuffy and runny at the same time. I went to bed at about 9:30 P.M., but I think I actually stopped drifting in and out of sleep and stayed asleep a around 2:00 A.M. And, what's worse is that Mom and I went to Lensecrafters yesterday and got me a new pair of glasses, which are bigger than my old ones and have a significantly different prescription from my old ones, so although the world is a lot clearer now, my eyes are not used to theses new glasses, so watching anything move while remaining stationary makes me nauseous, hence the headache. I have no plans of doing anything but staying home today. I hope Mom can E-mail or call Ms. Murray to tell her I won't be at quartet or gig book today.

Sigh.

Mom has declared that I make an update. So here it is. I am currently reading Good Omens, by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett.

Art class

Today I had art class. It was enjoyable, and, unlike last week, I actually made two things that both came out the way I wanted them. I also finished music theory today (YAY!), which will hopefully open up my Saturdays by another hour and make me a little less busy.

YAY!

Today is lesson day. That means I get to know what to do next. I'll probably need to confirm if I have any solos to perform for the recital on the 28th. I think I might, but it is always good to check.

So,

This morning, the kitten was paying me a visit and woke me up. Yesterday we all got our H1N1 shots and wanted to see the princess and the frog, but it was sold out. We went to the apple store and I got Civilization IV: Gold edition. It is a ton of fun.

Darn.

I am bad at keeping my journal up to date. Anyway, a few days ago, I had the stupidity to attempt to train the kitten to meow when he wants down when I am holding him. I stopped, because he was stronger than I thought. Anyway, it appears as though Rockslide really does not like Chris. Apparently, three hours after he left, Dad found him hiding in the hardest-to-get-to corner of the house, wide eyed, shivering.