6:00AM. I hear my alarm clock go off for school, but I make no attempt to turn it off. I told my mother last night that I didn’t feel good. Actually, I haven’t felt good since Thursday, the day before I went camping, where it’s twenty degrees colder, which didn’t exactly help my cold.

6:19AM. My mom comes in, asking me if I’m up yet. I respond with a sore throat and a stuffed nose, “No.” – which was enough to convince my mom that school’s not an option.

12:37PM. My mom calls me to be sure I’m awake and out of bed – I wasn’t. When I’m sick, I have a habit of sleeping in until 4PM or later, so I get up, not wanting to waste my day.

1:29PM. I stumble into the kitchen for a pudding. I intend to grab vanilla, but I grab a chocolate. I sit down with my [what I thought was a] spoon, and after twenty minutes look down to see why I the pudding hasn’t reached my mouth. Chocolate pudding was spewed everywhere, so I look at my spoon – a fork.

I have a feeling that this isn’t just the common cold.