It never feels good when you wake up to a stomach ache. And it certainly doesn't help when you then need to get right out of bed to take your dog outside. It certainly isn't helpful if you don't eat breakfast. Or if you're running late for school. Or that we were just assigned the final big English project. Or that French is second period. Or that the brownie in my lunch may have gone bad. Or that the stomach ache gets worse. Or that a certain very confusing language period is third. Or that the teacher is running late. And it certainly doesn't help if you puke.

I was picked up pretty quickly after I called home, at least. Then I slept from then to now. And I still feel sorta bad. Ungh.... I hate Mondays.