I am so sick of being sick and in bed! When I get well, I won't even go to bed to sleep! I'll sleep standing up! I don't even want to lay down on the couch! Well, the couch is better than the bed, cause I can see what's going on, but still! I never, never, never, never want to be sick again! Ever.
Donnie, the miffed. Yes, I stole this from Mikey.
Father said that he was going to give us a minimum word count. I don't think I spelt that right. I don't mind. Fifty words is easy-peasy. So long as I don't have to read all of them out lout. So I guess I better just be resigned to the task given me. Even if I'm scared. Besides, I already decided that instead of fifty, I would write seventy-five or better. I'm so glad I'm learning to write numbers out in word form now. NObody else is that far in the math book. I wonder why? I like to jump ahead, but do what Father tells me to make him happy. Then I practice my multis on my own to make me happy. Paper is not a good idea to do on paper, I found out. It fills up to fast. Father let me keep this broken bit of chalkboard, and I got it on the wall in our bedroom. I write on it with chalk when it gets too small for the chalkboard in the classroom. And when I finished with one problem, I can erase it and start again. The last time we found some, um, sidewalk chalk. Father let me keep a whole stick for myself. Think of all the math I can do with that bad boy!
Donnie
I got out of bed today. Good day! But I don't want to sit in write! I want to move around! Been still far to long!
Donnie
Yesterday, I ran a race with Mikey, and lost. I got into a wrestling match with Raphie. And Lost. I went on a walk with Leo, and got lots. Isn't it great!
I need to write now, and I can't settle my brain down enough to focus. I'll write something about...but no, that's dumb. I know! I'll write what I see right now. Mikey is runnying races around the couch with himself. He kept yelling that he's winning. Duh. Leo is sitting on the couch, reading a book and giving Mikey dirty looks when Mikey gets too noisy.
Raphie is...I don't really know what Raphie is doing. He keeps running to the wall, only to jump at the last mihute and try to land his feet on the wall, then kick off and land on the floor, I think. But he never gets past landing on the wall. Then Gravity takes over and he lands on his shell. I'm impressed that he can get off his shell afterwards. That is a skill that turtles do not easily aqquire.
Donnie.
Today was a stinky, no good day. I lost my car! I been working on it for weeks! It ran real good too. But it drove off into a storm drain. I knew I could get it, but I wasn't focusing on my enviroment, like a true ninja. Guess I'm not really a good ninja. I got knocked into the water. It was freezing I couldn't swim out, and got pulled into one of those pool things, where I got stuck. All I knew was Leo was out there, and he would get me out. I knew He would make everything okay. He got me out. But I wish he could have gotten the car too. I worked on that thing forever!
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NO more bed! No NO NONONONONONONONO!
I hate being sick. I hate the bed. I hate winter. I hate everything. And I really really hate WORMS AND ALGAE!
Now I don't know if I'm in bed because I'm sick, or because I'm in timeout. At least I can write. I counted the cracks in the ceiling. Forty-two. I counted the bricks on the walls that I can see, Four hundred, and fifty-seven. I counted the patchs on the cover. Ten. I counted my toes to make sure I have the right number. Yup. Fingers, check, Eyes, yup, two. I will count the spiderwebs next.
Donnie.
I was just pondering something. I learned ponder when I was reading the dictonary. It's not as hard for me to read out loud no more. I wonder why? I still rather keep most of my thoughts to myself. But it is nice to be listened to for once too.
Donnie.
I am coughing a lot, had been for a week. Ever since I lost my boat. I still wish I got it back. but maybe if I can get Raph to find some more wood like last time...I don't know. I just want to get out of the bed. I want to not drink icky tea. I want to stop coughing. I am glad this is not like last time, bad sick. But it is still not fair to get a cold in my chest after getting my foot cut up and all funky. But I finally learned what happened. It was an, um, let me look it ub again. at the cut on my foot got infected with blactirena and and got infected. and it led to septic shock. I think. I was kind of out of it. But Mikey was more than happy to give me every gross detail. It also said that upper resparrtary infectons can happen if your in bed too long or don't get the right medicines to help your immuni system get strong again. Some of the words are really hard to read. They make my head swim, and I'm not used to that. They are from an ecylcopedia. I wonder if herbs count as medicine. I hope so. Drinking enough of them. Yuck. wait, take the yuck back for one. Ginger tea is the best.
Donnie