December 18, 2003

• Sick Day

  
  

  5 am: 98.5 degrees 

  
  

  -feeling half dead. attempt to crawl further under blankets.

  
  

  8 am: 100.1 

  
  

  -left a pathetic message on voicemail at school. boogers are a strange color.

  
  

  11:30 am: 102.

  
  

   -Seeing blinky lights. Have decided that I have that  deadly strain of influenza. Concoct elaborately delirious fantasy about B coming home in the nick of time to cure me.

  
  

  -all i want is a glass of OJ.

  
  

  -Curled up in a ball on the couch, pass out.

  
  

  1:30 pm: 101.5

  
  

  -decided I am dehydrated. attempt to get off the couch, fall on my ass instead.

  
  

  2:00 pm: 101.0

  
  

  -more blinky lights. begin to plot escape from couch, but cannot decide how to avoid the large technicolor rhinocerous in my kitchen.

  
  

  -ponder intricacies of the word “technicolor”. Tech. nyeh. color. Wooee.

  
  

  -pass out

  
  

  4:00 pm: 100.5

  
  

  -awake suddenly. lurch into kitchen. discover rhinocerous has eaten my cookies, and then vanished. Drink water, go to bed.

  
  

  4:30 pm: 95.8

  
  

  -maybe i could call someone to bring me some soup?

  
  

  - decided that the last thing i want to eat is chicken noodle soup. Lay in bed contemplating soup.

  
  

  -soup, soup, soup.

  
  

  5:00 pm: 92.5

  
  

  - thought about Bryon, at his big scary architecture review. then feeling lonely, neglected and sorry for myself.

  
  

  -stared at ceiling. decided I ought to be a monk.

  
  

  -can art teachers be monks?

  
  

  -my hair is a mess.

  
  

  6: 45pm: 89.5

  
  

  - feeling guilty about wasting a whole day. decide to attempt some knitting

  
  

  -fail miserably at knitting.

  
  

  -do some laundry instead.

  
  

  7:00 pm: normal

  
  

  -feeling much better, but wondering where Bryon is.

  
  

  -also feeling lonely and resentful about having to look after myself

  
  

  -realize that noone will know/ believe I was on on the verge of emminent doom. precious sympathy points have been lost,  and my suffering reduced to melodrama.

  
  

  -discovered evidence of my illness, AHA!

  
  

  

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