September 9, 1987

Me again. It is almost time to go home. I will be glad when I get home because I am hungry. I didn’t eat any lunch because I was feeling nauseated. I feel like shit. The doctor said that I was either allergic to cats or chocolate. I think it’s probably cats.  Moma is going to have to get rid of one of our cats. I love them both and I don’t want to get rid of either one.