So I get a three day weekend for Labor Day and I end up with the Flu. I think I am over the worst part but I am still not amused by it. Part of me is thankful that it happened on the weekend but the other part of me is just whining. I am such a baby when I am sick, probably because I am hardly ever sick. So now I am feeling a little better but I don't dare go and hang out with anyone because I don't want to get them sick. I am just a hermit inside my room.
On the Bright side this leaves me plenty of time to work on my scarf and my homework.