So i was told all thursday we have friday and monday off school and i was happy and ready to have fun and get some work done. Sadly, when i woke up at 5 am i was greeted by the grim reaper and the horrible god called mother nature. I spent all morning in pain and praying that i wouldnt die like Elvis Presley. Thank god for my grandma since my mom was useless for the beginning of the situation. I spent the whole day dry heaving and then eating small portions of food when i wanted to pig out. But after ridiculous amounts of pain killers and sleep i finally stopped feeling like i was dying. Spent my time texting friends since i couldnt sleep again and was bored till 3am.
Then today things was goin good, and i had began the work i was going to do yesterday along with some cleaning, then when i went for a tea break in the kitchen. I grabbed my usual mug, washed it, and while drying it..it slipped out my hand bounced off the stool and landed on the floor. I was still processing what happened and tried not to cry, i even knew what was gonna happen when i saw it bounce off the stool. Yet i cried anyway. I slowly walked to clean up the pieces of my mug and my mom started consoling me cause she knew i loved that mug. I dont know if my mom knows truly why i love that mug so much, but i love it cause i got it on a trip to the aquarium with my stepfather. Its not like he is dead or anything but i value him alot and we dont hang but im very sentimental about things im given. So after we got the mug on the table she said we could probably fix it with super glue or something since it broke into large pieces. I'd like to think of that possibility of having my mug back but it wont be the same. Truthfully i feel as though i might lose the memory of that day since i wont be able to use that mug now..But i still have teddy bears and other memories from the 10yrs of having him around. Hopefully the rest of this weekend will go smoother than it has so far.
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