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read. But first before that we have to set a goal. By goal I mean something
like, say, uh, one hundred books. There’s really a choice of goals. The First
Level Goal is one hundred books. The Second Level Goal is two hundred
books. And The Grand Level Goal is three hundred books. You can
choose between the First Level Goal, the Second Level Goal, and the
Grand Level Goal. I chose the Grand Level Goal. Joan scolded me saying
that it was only because I thought that the Grand Level Goal would get
me a bigger prize, but hey, aren’t bigger sisters supposed to encourage
their little sisters!!!!??? But I suppose that it is true. About the prize, I
mean.
March 20
SWIMMING!!!! We just went swimming today!!! My hair is dripping
as I write this very entry. Mom let me take some time off from my nap to
write this, but she didn’t really take any time to dry my hair. Just a few
swipes with the hair dryer. Write more later.
Later
Ugh! I have the terriblest (yes, I know that’s not a word, but still)
headache. Mom thinks that it might be due to the fact that my hair was
dried inappropriately, and on top of that I slept on all of my wet strands
of hair. Can’t write anymore - it hurts.
March 21
This is Mom writing, if you’re wondering about the change in the
handwriting. I told her to make her writing as big as she could, since
normally she writes very small. Anyways—to the most frustrating part. I
have a raging fever which makes me unable to write with my own
handwriting. Mom measured my temperature, and it came to 101. 3.
Unbelievably horrid. Joan, who is normally very squeamish about sick
people, bought some orange cough drops from the drugstore and even
came up to my room, which she usually doesn’t due to the large amount
of dust there is on the floor, wall and cupboards.
March 22
Lorna wishes for me, her father to record her day due to the fact that
my wife now does not feel well and lies in bed. From here, I will continue
on from what Lorna dictates.
Dad typed this up on his laptop and printed it out and pasted it in. He
doesn’t want to use his own handwriting! He says it’s illegible, but I think
that it’s perfectly alright. Joan has a fever, too, along with Mom. Dad also
has headaches occasionally, along with a running nose, so we’re basically
all sick! There is going to be the annual Summer Festival soon, and it’s
going to be in two days, so I really hope we don’t miss it. Mom seems to
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be the sickest of us all. She has to take naps constantly, as well as
Ibuprofen to reduce the fever. I have doses of it too, although it’s the
children’s kind, fruit punch flavor.
March 23
Finally!!!! I HAVE RECOVERED!! Joan is worse and I know that I
should feel sorry for her, but I can’t help feeling happy that I am, duh,
BETTER!!!!!!!!!!!! Dad and Mom do not have to write this for me, I do not
have to unwrap any more of those troublesome cough drop packages,
and I am free from the confinement of my extremely filthy bed!!! I jump
with joy!! I chirp with merriness!!! I drink with relish!!! Mom is somewhat
better, too, but she’s still sneezing and has an occasional cough. She
doesn’t need to take anymore stupid ibuprofen. A good thing, too—I was
getting tired of washing that medicine spoon!
March 24
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