Hey, It's Thomas.

i am sick. my bronchioles are inflamed and my body is weaker than my grandmother. i might have swine flu. actually the chances of me having swine flu are 0, considering i have not recently been to mexico and don't think i know anyone who has recently been to mexico. i do love pork though. but i am not a weird eater of raw meat, so again, chances are low. maybe i should go to the doctor to be checked out, but i am not because a) i hate going to the doctor and b) i have chronic bronchitis, so i already know that that is what is wrong with me. it is a sad, sad world.

i won a poetry contest a few weeks ago and my picture was in the newspaper. you would think i was a celebrity. everyone in my family wants a copy to show to everyone they know. the poem isn't even that great. my mom cried because she is an emotional little girl and my aunt is capitalizing on this because she always wanted to be cultured, and therefore pursues her dreams through me. maybe i will be the next great poet. chances are also slim.