Hmm.. Mom woke me up. She told me to stay off the line for an
hour. I dunno why. They were eating supper downstairs. But
I kept getting knocked off or someone would pick up the phone
no matter where I logged onto. Mom would yell upstairs,
“Joanna! I need the phone!” Or she wanted to do a
flashsession on AOL or something.

Everyone gets jealous of me. I have e-mail waiting whenever I
log on. To just about anywhere. The AOL thing blasts out
“You’ve got mail!” everytime I check. I tried to lower the
volume, but I couldn’t quite figure it out. I tried removing
the sound, but Steph said, “No! Don’t do that; I like it when
it says I have mail.” So now it still blasts it out at full
volume. And everyone gets mad at me because I have mail and
they don’t. Heh.

I’ve been sleeping all day. Which proves I’m sick, I
suppose. Denise came up and said, “I heard you went to be
like at 9:30 last night. That’s like a record!”