One of the problems with being sick during Christmas is you miss all the get-togethers.
There's the g-t with UCLA friends, the one with high school friends, and the one tonight with my dad's side of the family.
Normally, my dad's side of the family doesn't get together en masse, mostly because that requires a big house, a lot of food, and a high tolerance for loud noise. He's the youngest of eight, so the number of people gathered under one roof is pretty large.
I was looking forward to seeing everyone and answering the same questions over and over again {you know: so where you going to college again? what're you majoring in? what do you want to do with thaaat? how's the weather down there? do/doing anything fun during break? when're you going back? you're on a quarter system, right? how are your classes? how old are you again? really? no wayyy...}, but it's been suggested that since I am both deaf and sniffling at the moment, it probably wouldn't be the best thing to do.
Le sigh.
Aiighty then. Back under the covers for me.
Sleeeep.
It solves all our problems.
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