I have a knot the size of New Jersey in my stomach. Maybe it's an ulcer. My sister was complaining of having an ulcer a few days ago. Hypochondriac-ism must run in the family.

Took some Excedrin this morning. I can tell already it's going to be a long day.

Meeting sister at the Post Office in a half hour. It should be quick, right? The post office prides itself on their speedy accuracy? I just want to be to school for the meeting by 10:20. 10:25 at the latest. I might bring my school supplies today to drop them off. Book sale is tomorrow, so after that, there will be books in my locker. I think it's a good idea to go a little at a time.

Gah, my stomach is all rumbly (not in an eating way, in an upset way). Definitely not eating breakfast. Don't need any messes.

I should go do something more productive than write in my journal. I'm sure I'll write another quick entry before I go to the post office.