Yesterday I woke up and something out of the ordinary happened: I wasn't hungry. This is how I knew I caught the sickness. All I had eaten was 2 pieces of toast and 2 popsicles. Today I am feeling much better, except for this terrible headache which I can only attribute to lying supine for at least 48 hours.

Compared to yesterday, I was much more active today. I ate 3 meals, watched the Ravens game and created a Netflix account. I also priced houses in Red Lion, Pennsylvania because Kevin and I passed through there a few months ago and I really liked it. The picture above is one that I took while we were driving through the town. The people were really friendly there, especially at the McDonalds where everyone that came in smiled and said hello to us.

I'm anxiously awaiting my grades in hopes that I am still a proud member of the Straight A club. I was particularly excited to finish this semester, even though it wasn't my last. Whenever I tell someone my major they always ask if I'm going to be a teacher. This secretly irritates me because if it were anything else they probably wouldn't jump to such a conclusion. The answer to the question is still unknown. I have no idea what I will end up doing with my degree when I am finished. When people ask me what I want to do when I finish school I am reminded of the question, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" that you're asked in elementary school. How is a first grader supposed to know these things? And if they do manage to formulate a response, it's either a projection of their parent's occupations or the result of gratuitous TV consumption. Kelly says that if you ask Emily (who is four) what she wants to be when she grows up she says a cat. This is the only child who really gets it.