So much toast

At the beginning of this week I realized that although my mind was teilling me trig and anatomy, my heart was telling me to go to the beach. I don't live at the beach, I never have. But nobody told my heart that. So every once in a while I get a terrible longing for the sound of waves and the feeling of sand between my toes. I thought for awhile and realized that life is short, so I'd might as well live it while I can, with spontaneous trips to the coast. However, when I brought the idea up to Mom, she reminded me that I have responsibilities and I cannot just take the week off of school to go to the beach. Well I ended up getting the stomach flu, and I've been home sick for the last 3 days. So not only can I not go to the beach, but I can't even go to school. I have had tons of time to think about the beach though; laying at home, watching Netflix and eating toast. Toast is the only thing I can eat with my stomach, and I am so sick of it. My mom decided to humor me and feed me different kinds of toast: whole wheat, Texas, white bread, potato bread, etc.. Although this has helped, I still think I'm going to avoid bread for awhile after this is all over.