Okie dokie, for the record: It is not fun to fly when you are sick. I woke up Saturday morning and I felt like death warmed over, very flu-like. I was debating whether or not I should come home but I REALLY wanted to come home, and being sick made me want it more. So I opted to come home. I'm really glad I did, seeing my parents helped bunches. However, I can testify that being nautious and being on a turbulent airplane = not fun. But I kept it together, if you know what I mean ;)
Texas is warm, in the 60's but my mom is still making me wear a jacket-you know how mom's are especially since I'm sick. Anywho...
Time for bed, gotta get well.
Night All.