So remember: If I die, please take note of the fact that I want to be mummified and placed next to Stalin.
Not sure what the deal is, but it was in gym...we were doing warm-ups by doing some running-ish like stuff, and suddenly, I got winded and had to sit out the rest of it. Got a drink, still couldn't breathe, went to the nurse. I wasn't able to take a deep breath, my throat felt choked, and I couldn't stand very well.
So what's up? No idea. I still can't breathe very well - like, I can speak about seven words before having to take a deliberate breathe. The top of my throat feels choked and, if I was getting a sore throat (like the nurse kept suggesting), then this is the oddest one I've ever had. My voice sounds fine, though.
My parents are kinda like "we'll wait it out", which makes me curious. What, are we going to wait until Monday when I'm gasping and dying again before going to the doctor's and seeing the problem? We have those walk-in places too to make the task easier! But no...Ugh, c'mon.
Besides that...
Finished "Mind Over Matters" last night, but due to various requests, I'm still carrying it around [also, it's still a good read]. Photocopied the men's locker room essay for Brian, which he apparently read in chorus and then shared and, well, I've got more people interested. The problem is that, when you come in at the wrong part of it...
Brian then felt like our AP English teacher had to hear things, so I shared some passages and SHE became interested in what the heck I was reading. Then I shared my dark secret of liking essays and she just kinda went ">:D<"
We need more funny books, it seems.
