How I tried to cheat.

I tried to cheat in Battleship by moving one of my ships somewhere else. But it didn't get moved. Daddy caught me. Sorry, Mommy, for trying to cheat.

I was sick today and I threw up. Oh I forgot about shooting in Battleship. My shot: I6. Your shot: Miss. Well, it was a rough day for me, I mostly laid down. I ate almost a whole glass bowl of soup. I put the rest up on the counter. Well, I ate four bites of tuna sandwich and 7 or 8 goldfish. I ate carrots, but I threw that up. That's the time when I threw up. I threw up on my jacket, a little bit of throw up made it through the blanket onto the couch; but then nearly all of it poured onto the ground. Then Daddy gave me the bowl, you know that cake-cover container thing. He gave it to me, and I put it beneath my chin and I threw up into the rest of the way. I hate throwing up, don't you? It's so hard to throw up because you have to force yourself to use your breath to push it out. Well, that's how I explain it because it's hard to explain. It's just uncomfortable. It's hard to have uncomfortable things like doing throw-up. I can't even breathe when I'm throwing up. It's hard to understand why God made throw-up so painful. By the way, tonight we watched Titan A.E. We stopped about half way through. It's a good movie. Have you seen it before? It's really cool so far. I'm not feeling so well, right now. I don't feel like I'm gonna throw up, but I don't feel real well. My sickness is getting worse as the seconds, moments, mini-seconds, mini-mini-seconds, hours, and then days go by. And maybe it might even last for a few weeks. Hallelujah, Hallelujah, if it doesn't last for one week or more than a week.

I didn't have such a good day. Most lying down while listening to music. Watching Titan A.E. while I was eating. I'm gonna end my email soon because I 'm not feeling well. Sorry, though. I know you don't care if my email is short or long, but I'm still saying sorry. And if only I were feeling better I could make it longer. Balen just walked into my bathroom. Does he have the trash can? Oh, Balen is so, so a little rascal. Now he's coming back into my room. And going for the laundry basket. Sorry that I didn't get to tell you much about my day. I'm just not feeling well, that’s all. Well, I love you. I wish that you could be here to comfort me. Good bye.

Love,
Abigail :)