i feel even worse. my small cold with fatigue has become a hakking weasing asthmatic flu. fun. and as it happens, it occurs after a 5 day weekend. damn. i dont wanna spread this thing throughout my skool, but i dont wanna miss skool (did i just say that????) o well. we'll see how im doin tomorow morning. anyways. this past weekend was relaticely enjoyable, got to visit with my extended family, which at times did get a lil ... tolerable at best, but all in all, i had fun visiting and such. where did i leave off? ah yes. well, after the hike thing, we planned to meat up again with those who were still in town at a local book store, where we like to hang out and have coffe and stuff, its almost tradition... unfortunately, early the next morning, we et a call that those who were in town from so cal were already on the road, they said they wanted to avoid rainfall.... truth is, it didnt rain a drop, they probably actually drove INTO the rain. o well. well, then we decided to take those who still were up in our area (rom the city... so they had less of a drive) to the luther burbank home and garden. in the morning i had woken up feeling even worse than before. my nose was dripping like a faucet, so i took some anti histemines (however its spelled) big mistake! where i had take one the night before in vein, i decided to take 2 in the morning as to overcome my alergies... itr worked, to some extent. but what really happened as i got dead sleepy and almost fell asleep at the Luther Burbank gardenthing on a bench (i am not one to just want to go to a garden, but it was on a list of historical sites to visit for my history class... as was Pt. Reyes for that matter) so, on our way back, we decided to hit yet another spot on the list of hisrtorical sites, this time a Bar/Restaurant/Inn type place somewhere between Petaluma and Santa Rosa. Its called the Washoe House, and it has stood since 1859 (thats right, 18!!!) aperantly, a malitia of Petaluma Southerners and Santa Rosa Northerners were to meet on the field of battle (during the civil war) but instead decidd first to have a drink... needless to say, not a gun was fired. thats its claim to fame... but its bufalo wings are a close second :-) anyways, what was really weird were the dollar bills pinned to the ceiling. yes, aperently there was a custom there to leave some form of identification, and a one dollar bill and pin them to the ceiling. some of the bills were indeed quite old.. as were some of the IDs and business cards..... and there were literally thousands of them pinned to the ceiling of both the Bar and Restaurant areas. it was quite a site. anyways. now i find myself here, at the computer waiting for someone to talk to cuz i feel like crap and ... yah. uggghhhh..... not good. i guess i better just try and get some sleep. i hope i feel better tomorow.