Scarlet fever is apparently a product of strep throat, he's fine, the pharmacist at his job told him he had it. it's not like beth in little women, where she dies...he'll be just fine. smith is the root of all evil. the room helena placed me in is possibly the worst room on campus. the tile is the worst shade of brown which makes it look ten times as small, it's right next to the elavator which is really loud, and the bed is less comfortable than rocks. the egg crate helps a little, but the beach is calling. screw hood. ofcourse my car has to finish getting love first. new brakes, and all new belts. yay car, and YAY amy mas for carting me around to drop him off and pick him up. i know someone who's getting a driftwood trinket from the beach!!! hint hint hint. we learned how to play canasta last night and let's say it takes longer than ten minutes to learn. i have food for emily miller if she is ever here. she said our room was beautiful. what a kind soul. see you all in a week, much love!