So this week has burned and died, like this guy :onfire:
First of all, I've had the flu since Friday afternoon and had to miss Band Night, a very important game to us marching band people, a parade, my favorite annual festival, and this whole week of school, which was incidentally Spirit Week. Oh yeah, and Friday is Homecoming, which I also have to miss. All of that isn't the bad part, though. When I woke up this morning, I don't want to describe it, but I found my oldest puppy, for they're all puppies to me, even if he was 11, Polar Bear [PB for short] dead. I now wish that I had spent more time with him, loved him more, just been better to