Oh sweetheart, put the bottle down.

It's official- Ryan has chickenpox.
It's even more contagious than H1N1.
Got scolded by parents because I was treating him like a leper, as they claim.
I can't help it, can I? I'm so incredibly scared I'll catch it.
I cannot bear to even entertain the thought of having to skip school for two weeks.
Dozing off in one amath lesson already leaves me clueless on one entire chapter.
Sec three calls for no rest, you don't have time for anything.
Why oh why couldn't I have gotten chickenpox when I was younger?

I'm practically isolating my brother now.
And if I have to share the com with him, I'm going to drench my hands in hand sanitizer and wear latex gloves. Drastic times call for measures.
Oh please immune system do not let me down. (so transport in mammals-ish)
Going off to the community centre now to mug, I'm so paranoid I don't even want to be in the house.

I am starting to become a compulsive shopper.
Bought a pair of shorts today, (managed to coher a random stranger into getting one too, so we could get the two-for-one deal discount, YAY) and a new wallet, to replace the pink ROXY one dear becca got for me from Thailand. Thanks to me losing my entire MYUK one four months back.

Dammit I feel so unsafe in the house.