I’ve had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn’t it.

Is my head supposed to hurt this much two days after I hit it? Madame McIntyre wants me to go see a doctor. The only problem with that is I don't currently have a doctor since Krystal's aunt retired last September. All day I have had people yelling; "Abby, where were you yesterday?" in my ear. There is a reason why I don't miss school.

Today we played a little game in French that involved conjugating irregular verbs. That was okay, except that I don't remember any irregular verbs. I try to remember them, but they just seem to slip out of my mind. I'm blaming this on my head injury, even though I couldn't conjugate them before anyways. Maybe I'm just becoming forgetful. Maybe I am secretly related to Sean. Maybe not.

Grrrrr, I unintentionally missed another dance practice today. I have a small show at Hawthorne Lodge tomorrow. Although I don't mind dancing for elderly people, I'm really not in the mood to dance right now. That was last week.

The brightness of the computer screen is making me dizzy. I think dinner's ready anyways. Hmmmm, it's got chicken in it. I truly think that they're trying to poison me.