Leftovers

Danielle and Alex wound up going to the parade. This was good for me - it meant I could go sleep in our room instead of on the couch where I had to breathe in smokey air. The worst thing about sharing a room is potentially sharing sicknesses.

Is it wrong to want to marry someone because you love their mother? It is, right? I thought so. Josh told his mother I was sick and even though she was cooking for Thanksgiving, she made me jewish soup. Josh brought it over last night, along with Thanksgiving leftovers for me, and I had Danielle meet him outside.

He also gave me really soft tissues, a box of popsicles for my throat, and some other cold stuff. Maybe I love him too.

Alex wants to go shopping today. She can't seem to tell me what she wants to shop for, and I think she just wants to get in on the shopping excitement. I told Alex I'd try to feel good enough to go out today, but I don't think it's going to happen.

When Danielle wakes up I'm going to see if she wants to take Alex into the city by herself. She will say yes and then consider being angry at me for not waking her up to tell her she can.

It is so hard to breathe that I can't sleep more than three hours in a row. Every time I wake up Aunt Elaine squints at me and says I don't look so good. No shit. Her stupid smoke only makes it worse. I actually told her last night that if I weren't breathing in smoke I'd look better. She got annoyed with me but I could tell she sort of made a little effort to smoke out the window.

I would like my mom to magically appear and make me eggs with paper flowers like she used to. She would totally cry if she knew I was living in a smokey place. I want to go home now.