I barely had any sleep again. Whoever says 5 hours of sleep/day is enough for them, you're lying! For weeks now I've been going to bed late and getting up early, and I can't take it anymore apparently. The whole day I had a headache.
We had our first official test on AP Psych. French was good, my classmates admire my pronounciation ... that sure never happened before. On AP English, we went to the library for a research, and one of the librarians recognised me. She's friends with Pierce, the guy who sat next to me on the plane from Boston to Rochester, so we took a picture to send to him. On PE, we started disk golfing. It's a tough sport.
I fell asleep for a few minutes on Creative Writing. Rosie woke me up, I hope the teacher didn't notice. I dreamt about creative things though. I think ...
Then on top of my headache, I sang the air out of myself in Choir. So by that time my minor headache became a major one. I called the coach to tell him I'm not in the state to cheer for the team for 6 hours, and he let me off. I went over to Herb's school, and as soon as he was done, we went home. There, I knew I shouldn't sleep, because then I'll wake up at 3 am, and that's even worse. So I sat in front of the TV, and watched an episode of The Magic Schoolbus, my favourite show from my childhood. I've never seen it in English (the last time I saw an episode was when I was 6). And it made me strangely happy and nostalgic.
Herb cooked dinner tonight: spaghetti with tomato sauce and peas. He had some hot peppers too, from which I ate 3 slices of, just for fun. It wasn't fun. Bad idea. I tried to keep it cool, but that's really hard when your mouth is on fire.
After dinner, I could finally sleep. And I did. I needed sleep so much, that I didn't care about washing my hair for picture day the next day.
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