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Day 58, Friday, October 17
Breakfast: None. Overslept. Again.
Technology avoided: Could have gotten a ride with my dad this morning, but ended up semi-jogging to school instead. Not a pretty sight.
I swear, Greg is playing havoc with my sleep. Just the thought of him is like having mono. Most mornings I can barely get out of bed. What’s going on? I’ve never read about that in Cosmo or any of the other women’s advice magazines Amanda gets.
Amanda is sticking with her hormone-overload theory. But since I don’t actually feel any hormones kicking in around Greg—my lips still feel like wooden blocks every time he kisses them—I know that can’t be it. I think I’m allergic to him or something.
At least I know my brain is still functioning—I’ve corrected his biology and algebra homework al
