This is NOT Over

Monday January 15, 1990 The Smelly Evidence

It took a lot to get Megs out of my bed. We didn't leave the room at all yesterday. It was miserable outside and we were both sick. We shared half of a cold foot long in my fridge.

I was nervous. I forgot if Buttweasle planned on coming back today or tomorrow. Figured if I got Megs out before noon I'd have time to clean up the place a little. I know that doesn't sound like me. I'm not big on cleaning things up, I'm more in charge of making the messes.

Messes are my real talent.

Megs and I were sick for a good part of Sunday. I managed to make it to the bathroom each time, no matter how tired I was, and launch successfully. Megs ended up losing some in our garbage can. It was only once, her mouth was full of puke.

She looked like a sorry chipmunk.

Went down to Shawn's room and got some chemicals to spray in the room and hide the smelly evidence of a weekend not well-spent.