"Work! Boo."

So Tracy, my GM, called me this morning and left me a voicemail during class. The first time I listened to it, I thought, "Man, she is a bitch," then I listened to it again and completely disagreed with myself. I think I overreact. So I called Sear's back to tell them I would be working both tonight and tomorrow night, meaning I will have officially missed everthing included in Homecoming week. Go me. If I get up early enough tomorrow, I could probably make it to the first parade, but alas, the game starts at 2:30 and I start work at 4, so that one is not going to work out.

I had some both yummy and disgusting Mexican food from downstairs at Traditions. I have been drinking an extreme amount of water, but that's okay. Plus I got a couple of bottles of Powerade to mix it up a little. I can actually say I am starting to feel better. I don't cough nearly as much and I don't have a fever anymore. But my throat sounds like it might be getting worse even if it does feel better. I am wondering what they're going to put me on today. I might have to do pictures so I wouldn't have to talk as much, but my strength is in sales right now which could be bad since my voice is very unappealing to the ear. I guess we'll see how that works out.

I've been talking to other Matt a lot lately. What a cute kid. And people have been calling me and leaving me messages in miscellaneously places to tell me to feel better. It's much appreciated, you guys. I can't wait until I get to go home. I can't wait to go visit my kiddies.

Have a great night, homie g corn dogs. Only my Glenwoodites would understand that one. Miss you.