Two things:

I'm sick. Sniffley, achey, feverish sick. Somehow, my mother convinced me to drag myself out of bed, into a kilt, and off to the bus. How? Well I have rehearsals this afternoon, that's why. In about 45 minutes, to be exact. Anyway, all I'm saying is, I may have gotten up and come to school (armed with a roll of toilet paper, blanket, and vitamins) but that doesn't mean I'm gonna stop complaining about it. Oh yeah, and they had my favorite lunch today. Could I taste it? Nooooo. Of course I can't taste it! My nose has rebelled and taken my taste buds along as hostages. Go ahead, nose! I'll use that scratchy kind of toilet paper, without aloe! Just see if I don't!

Anyway, I also found out that Monkeyfool ISN'T Jimi. Or at least, he's saying that it's not. I don't know whether to believe him or not. In any case, If I was wrong about Monkeyfool's identity, then it means some poor guy named Ryan has been pointlessly harrassed by a stranger on the internet for the past 2 weeks. Not a tempting proposition.

On the whole, today basically sucks.