Yep, Sophia. Tuesdays are terrible.

As I write this I consider my page on page of math homework that I don't understand in the slightest. Kelsey sent me her notes, which was very kind of her and I am eternally in her debt. But I still don't understand the homework in the slightest. I don't even have my math textbook, because someone -- Kelsey? Fotar? -- told me that it was just the reverse of the sheet he gave us yesterday.

Let me backtrack a bit. I had two dentist appointments today -- orthodontist and Dr. D, who happens to be Kristen's dad. This means several things -- one, I can't taste anything. I mean, I really cannot taste a thing. I understand completely how Kelsey felt after swallowing that near-entire package of Ice Breakers. Two, I missed four periods and had to hit Kelsey up for everything, as usual.

On the way home from the dentist's after school, I encountered a pair of little elementary kids selling chocolates on the sidewalk to raise money for their school. They were very polite.

"I'm really sorry, but I don't have any money." This was true. I gave the last twenty-three cents in my wallet to Kelsey yesterday.

"It's okay, you can take one anyway. You don't have to pay us." A smile. "We gave some other people free chocolate too, don't worry."

I didn't take any chocolate, and I actually regretted not buying any. I did walk away happy. This making cute little kids sell chocolate is an excellent marketing ploy, especially when they're so cheery and decidedly not annoying. I'm not renting out my sister right now, but it would be a great sales strategy if I ever needed to sell the hated candy.

I have to go ask my mother to decode the Gallucci/Traikov transmission. Cheers.

Outside of time, observing inescapable death.