The Spanish Flu
Wow, did I ever get hit hard yesterday. I had class in the morning and wasn't feeling good already, but didn't make much of it. After hanging out with Dash for a couple of hours, I got onto the bus home and felt like I was going to die.
There is really nothing like examining the people beside you on the bus and thinking to yourself: "I may end up puking on you". Happy thoughts.
I got home and crashed for a few hours and felt a little better, but it wasn't until now that I really started to feel better.
Maybe it was the Bird Flu. (I highly doubt it).
And no, Dash, it was not your company.
On a positive note, I am on my way back to the flatlands tomorrow, so clear your calendar everyone! Seriously. You must obey my every whim.
(sidenote: I also have to read selections from 3 history books this weekend! Yay! Actually, selections from two and the entire book in another. Joy.)
7 Comments:
Your thought about puking on someone is probably my worst nightmare about public transit. Don't ever mention that again. Ughh.
I think my worst transit nightmare would be someone puking on me, not the fear of puking on someone else.
Also, hurray for having to read entire books in a short amount of time.
you better call me, you smelly maniac.
Okay, buster, when I suggested that we could all hang out at my place, I didn't quite realise I was volunteering to turn it into Imperious Mistress Jon's Dungeon of Desires...
Hee.
sounds kinky, kim. ooh la la. yawn-o, my agenda has you written on it for sunday. is that the extravaganza chez kim night or sushi, or what? i guess what i'm trying to say is, what's the plan?
P.S. I meant someone puking on me would be my worst transit nightmare. Yeah.
have fun in prairie land
and remember, cow tipping isn't fun for the cow...you should just stick to square dancing and drag racing tractors...
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