sunshine and rope swings

2.16.2005

knock on wood...

or, as i'm feeling right now, walk on broken glass...

i know that 2 weeks ago i described that night after donating blood (and it not working and all that stuff) as one of the worst feelings of the last year (beaten only by the easter day passing out on the bathroom floor from that migraine), but today has been worse. apparently, i didn't knock on wood when i said that two weeks ago.

bob, and a huge chunk of his staff that were working last night, all contracted some fucked-up stomach virus...i mean bad. remember when i had the cruiseline virus two years ago at agnes (it was the day i bought my first car....as i suffered through that night, i kept hoping that i'd unwittingly given it to the slimy car salesmand)....well, i think this one tops that. especially since bob and i have had to engineer the sickness and bathroom schedules in waves. however, after sipping about 1/6 (or less) of a gatorade in 3 hours, i feel a little better...as long as i don't move...that causes issues. however, let me tell you how we are the weirdest stomach-virus sick people ever. we, obviously, can have nothing to do with food, or soup, or even sips of water that are bigger than capfuls, but somehow the food network has been on for the last 4 hours....i've slept through some of it..but yeah, bob and i are watching the food network. domn't ask me...i don't know.

we got the bourne supremacy off of paperview early in the day....i will now always associate matt damon with the first dash to the bathroom (first of 8 or so at least today for me)...and i hadn't seen the first one, and kept leaving for parts of this one...so i still don't know if it was a good or shitty movie.

i'm starting to dream of egg drop soup. however, the walk to the kitchen itself would have me stumbling back to the porcelain goddess again and so i think i've decided, that a day of anorexia, or fasting, however you want to term it, is necesssary.

ok. these are the most thoughts i've formulated since 10 a.m. with the exception maybe of talking to christen for a few minutes about her possible freaking mumps....yeah, you call to impose on your best friend to see if she can drop powerade on the front steps on her way home from work and find out that she's bed-ridden and may have mumps....that's what i get for being so needy enough to call someone else to do shit for me....poor thing...i felt so guilty.

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