Ugg. Peter Griffing is still lodged in my throat where my tonsiles used to be. Peter what have you done to your twin? Now you both look fat. Unfortunatly, I might have to face the facts. I'm still sick with tonsillitius. It's been 10 days on those pills, and the only thing that's gone away has been the pain (I stopped throwing up and my kidneys don't hate me anymore), and that's until the last pill wears off. This wouldn't matter much in the scope of the weekend except that I probably won't be going home. Why? Well, it's like this. Dad's been in and out of the hospital twice now becuase of phamonia and they're scared his heart incission is going to get infected and as my overly dramatic mother likes to put it, "he'll die." So since streph happends to be highly contagous and he's already sick, if the doctor tomorrow says that I'm streph possitive still, I won't be going back to Lake Jackson. So if that's the case, I'm sorry everyone. Have a good Easter. I'll see everyone this summer.