Sick day

Today I stayed home from school. I had had a really sucky day at school yesterday because I was sick the whole time and especially achy, and I didn't want to go through with that again. As of writing, you poor saps are waiting anxiously for the let-out bell, which will ring in one minute and thirty-five seconds. By the time I'm done, you'll probably be home.
-Matt wanted to know (over IM) yesterday whether there was any "sick-day bloggage" expected. I guess so. I also sent him a picture of the italic from my font, which is called Cyril. The italic is turning out real nice, and I'm up to l so far. Once I'm done with this font I'm going to send it off to Linotype (typeface company) and see if they like it enough to sell it for me. I personally think it looks awesome, but that's obvious.
-In my last post I forgot to tell about the creekwalk Micah and I took past the power pylon at Seymour Preserve. It was pretty awesome, except toward the end. We took the same route described in the last creekwalking post to that pylon and then kept on going. After trekking through an expansive field of four-foot-high, brittle weeds, we ended up across the street from a brilliant creek that happened to be at the edge of Caldwell Nature Preserve. When we got to the creek we found the going would be nice and easy, since there was a trail running right next to the creek for its entire length. In Caldwell we had probably the most fun we've ever had on a creekwalk.
-Eventually that creek flowed into the Mill Creek, which, according to my map, would take us directly under a cool railroad. However, we didn't follow the Mill Creek exactly, because Micah wanted to veer upward and into what he thought was a shortcut. It wasn't. What it was was a dank, dreary, depressing place called "American Crushed Steel" (we think--that's what it said on the side of a machine there). American Crushed Steel was a vast muddy plain strewn with enormous piles of metallic trash sorted into separate piles. Each pile had a different kind of garbage in it. Parts of old wheels go here. Inexplicable metal circles there. Dead coffee cans in that pile, springs in this one. Micah and I trudged through the thick, inescapable mud, dodging frequent puddles of water and sometimes not dodging them, walking across fallen doors and beside defunct bulldozers, and came disbelievingly to a fence with a railroad on the other side, just like we'd planned all along! Here we stopped next to a caboose on American Crushed Steel's side of the fence that hasn't run for at least thirty years and pulled Pop-Tarts and Sprite out of the backpack we'd been alternatingly carrying. We must've looked for all the world like juvenile hobos.
-We resolved to wait here until a train passed by and then turn back and go home. That plan didn't work. We sat for probably an hour and nothing passed by. We heard trains tantalizingly close but out of view on other tracks somewhere and had to just sit there. Eventually we got fed up and turned around. We were much more tired by then. It was less fun to walk back through Caldwell and not fun at all to walk back through the field of four-foot weeds, but we knew we had to. Just before night, we arrived home. That was March 14th, by the way.
-In more recent epochs I've had subs from Subway and inquired about employment but found they're looking for those over 18, and I've gone driving on short excursions with Mom and with Dad. On one of them I got to eat at Applebee's. They're really expensive. And we've also had lots and lots of kittens roaming the house. We have nine of them: six from one cat, three from the other. Adding the two mothers, we have eleven cats in the house. Soon we have to start giving them away.
-It's a rainy, junky day outside. I picked a good day to be sick. I think I'll probably be at school tomorrow. Isn't it cool that it snowed on Sunday? I think that's awesome.
-My mom wants me to start up a t-shirt business and so do I. I'll do it soon, I think. Also I'm going to work on the snake cage I started building two years ago and haven't given a passing notice ever since. I think I'll do that this weekend. I did get some nails from Hader the other day when I biked up to Complete Petmart with Micah to get some crickets for his snake. What I'm doing recently is finishing up all the things I started doing long ago and should've finished then too but got distracted, possibly by the school year starting so suddenly.
-Which brings me to that the school year is about over, isn't it? There's only about a month and a half left! Soon I can go to Crowduck and West Virginia and all sorts of stuff! Also I'll have to start thinking about the future. (What a drag, no?) Mom thinks I ought to be an editor, not a proofreader. I didn't know the distinction exactly. As it turns out the distinction is about $20,000 more a year(than a proofreader's $30,000). And a "Senior Editor" makes about $80,000. So I'm definitely considering this kind of thing.
-My CD is about over, so I guess I'll let your eyes go and maybe I'll do something else.