I'm still here.  I haven't posted in a long time.  My parents are in England, and I am at Th3w's house.  I am living on PBJ and spaghetti.  Classes have started, and so I'm working a lot less.  Work was my life for all summer, so it's kind of weird that I'm cutting back so much.  I'm working on keyboarding and guitarring so Matt and I (and Pete and Josh?) can jam.  I've been living at Matt's house for about a week so far, and starting in a couple days, I'll be living at the Scrofani's.  I'm just randomly stating tons of random statements, and I think it's because I'm somewhat sleep-deprived, so I should go to bed so I'm awake for church tomorrow.  Cheers!

Ok, here is another.  This one started with Rachel.  I believe that exactly the same people drew pictures in this one.  I didn't realize it until after I had started scanning.  Maybe the next one will be switched. 

So!  Rachel starts out under the "farming" heading by drawing this strange drawing:

This looks like a thin man racing himself to the finish line, one would think, on a horse. But apparently the next person had different ideas when she said Yee haw!  Running in a circle on a cow.  Umm, well, ok, that's their opinion.  Maybe they know of some ancient tribal cow races that have since ceased to be as popular. 

Moving on, the next artist takes this sentence and....slaughters it. 

I mean, come on!  Ok, that blob with a weird nose could be characterized as a cow, but the guy is obviously not on it, and neither of them are coming close to running in circles.  So, proceeding to the next sentence-writer, we find that she believes this blob is a pig.  I quote her when I say A large pig chasing a small child w/ no hair aroung in a circular pen.  That is not a typo.  Perhaps she meant "around", but I think "aroung" is a perfectly good word.  And I guess that h4rd-core horse-racer (or pig-racer) could be a small child.  The drawing next drawn features...

...somebody with no hair getting chased by a straight-tailed pig.  But the next person mocks the Spanish matador's bravery when he compares him with the fleeing kid.  He says The bullfighter was in for a nasty surprise in the form of an oversized pig that entered the ring.  ((Although it probably wasn't so nasty...I mean...hot dogs for lunch...))  Naturally that fleeing figure that kind of looks like he is dancing is not a bullfighter, nor is he a pigfighter.  But all I had to go on was the sentence, so I drew:

The picture was large, and when I shrunk it in paint, it lost lots of the lines and detail, but it is a pig lunging at a matador, sombrero and all. The crowd is gasping as the matador raises his "red" sheet towards the charging pig. 

Apparently the next person didn't look at the picture very well.  I mean, I could write a better description of a blank piece of paper than this guy did of my picture.  He wrote An italian nascar racer charging a matador! So my beautiful pig has been horribly changed into a nascar racer.  I'm not sure how, but it's the truth.  So the next picture is even worse. 

While the nascar racer says that he is coming to get the matador ((and yes, that says "I'm coming to get you", not "I'm coming rogues you" as the persons bad handwriting suggests)), he is just standing there as the matador gets hit in the head with a loaf of bread...wait...is that supposed to be his hat??  Apparently it must've looked like wings to the next writer who wrote A masked italian chases a nervous fairy, not taking into account that the italian was a nascar racer and the guy with the weird collar did not  have wings. Nor was he shining.  But this sentence misled the next artist who attempted to....umm....this...

The person must be trying to illustrate the italianity of the masked criminal by the pizza, but the angel/fairy only sighs, or perhaps she's anticipating eating the pizza.   But he next in line writes The pizza-man (get it???) sights a falling angel during his midnight shift.  It's obviously not midnight, but perhaps the angel is actually screaming because it's falling, thus making it a "falling angel".  But apparently the next artist believes that angels have no such liking for pizza-man jokes when he draws:

I'm not sure why the big rock is behind the angel, but the angel quickly shows that, despite the deliverer's attempts, it cares nothing for the jokes of the pizza men.  The last writer captures the spirit of this when she writes: a pizza delivery man tells the pizza man joke to an unamused angel. 

THUS CONCLUDES OUR PLAY!!

So there's another.  Like I said, I'll probably do another just so that we can get a chance to see the artwork of the heretofore sentence writers. 

So yeah.

Well, the week was going along like any other...

until tuesday.  Before going to work that evening I felt kinda bad, but figured it would go away.  But as I worked that night, I noticed it was getting worse.  Sore throat, nose problems.  When I finally got out that night, after making everyone else late, because I couldn't work very fast, I drove home slowly, trying to keep myself awake.  When I finally arrived home, I went straight to sofa, where I am still sleeping.  Wednesday morning, I felt worse, with a headache, chills, and sore throat, and I couldn't move without a great effort, so Mom, Hillary and Dan did most of the fetching of stuff.  I half-slept about 80% of the day, meaning I tried to sleep, but whenever I started to get there, I coughed and woke up again.  I developed a headache around lunchtime, and my temperature rose from 100.8 to 104.5 at about 10:00PM.  When we realized that most of the medicine we had was expired, Dad ran out to get some more. But when my temperature inched up to 105.0 around 10:30, my mom drove me to the emergency room.  By driving with the air on, the windows down and ice on my head, my temperature went down to 104.5 by the time we got there, and, after meeting Dad, and taking some Motrin, they decided I didn't need to go in. We drove back home, and I dropped back onto my sofa.  Through Thursday, my temperature fluctuated between 101 and 104, and after supper, it jumped to 104.8, and we thought about the emergency room again.  But, in God's providence, a drastic change took place, and in an hour, it had dropped to 97.0!  We thought this strange, but since I seemed to be feeling a lot better, the parents decided the thermometer must be off.  I'm still recovering, and don't know if I'll make it to church on Sunday mostly due to contagiousness.   Well, I'll be praying for all of you.