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October 5, Sunday
Okay, that actually went not as horrible as you might've thought.
By which I mean, none of my limbs are broken (contrary to what I originally thought) and I (miraculously) still have all my teeth in place.
Oh, and I've got accepted into the team. Which I'm not sure I'm that happy about anymore, but oh well.
Football. Apparently, the trick is just to keep standing up. Which I did, because Mom raised no weakling, and also because I was afraid of being embarrassed more than I was afraid of having a concussion. Which, I guess, says something about me. Good? Bad? I don't know.
Anyway. I have to hang on there at least for a couple months to gain my popularity points, and then I'll see. There's two major problems, though. One: I'm really not looking forward to spending all my free time lying in bed, all high on ibuprofen. Two: if Mom will see what I look like after training, she'll probably sue the shit out of the school, and that won't make me the most popular guy there for sure. For now I'm pretending to have the flu, so no one comes to my room, but I can't have the flu all the time till Christmas, can I?