Wednesday, June 23, 2004
Bitten |8:48 AM| Nothing quite like a horrid disease to knock you on your ass and give you a tortuous day off of work.
I spent yesterday in bed suffering through feverish nightmares, shakes, nausea, body temperature fluctuations and of course, a ridiculous splitting headache.
I can assume that all these exciting diseases are flowing forth from my increased time around campus. Not that this is a completely negative thing, as challenging one's immune system is better for your health, but I could do without the nightmares. Come to think of it, I could do without most of the symptoms, and would prefer it if I just got a phone call letting me know I was sick.
This previous Friday I was out gambling, as Joe had found us a new place to meet new people, play poker, and take all of their damn money. I was unsure of myself and brought $150, knowing that if I went below $75 I would leave.
Everytime I placed a bet, I thought to myself "If Joe could see my cards, and saw me bet this money, would he give me a disapproving look?"
Haunted by the angry face of Joe, I walked out with a little more than I had when I started. $596.
Sushi dinner on me, darlin'.
Bitten |8:48 AM| Nothing quite like a horrid disease to knock you on your ass and give you a tortuous day off of work.
I spent yesterday in bed suffering through feverish nightmares, shakes, nausea, body temperature fluctuations and of course, a ridiculous splitting headache.
I can assume that all these exciting diseases are flowing forth from my increased time around campus. Not that this is a completely negative thing, as challenging one's immune system is better for your health, but I could do without the nightmares. Come to think of it, I could do without most of the symptoms, and would prefer it if I just got a phone call letting me know I was sick.
This previous Friday I was out gambling, as Joe had found us a new place to meet new people, play poker, and take all of their damn money. I was unsure of myself and brought $150, knowing that if I went below $75 I would leave.
Everytime I placed a bet, I thought to myself "If Joe could see my cards, and saw me bet this money, would he give me a disapproving look?"
Haunted by the angry face of Joe, I walked out with a little more than I had when I started. $596.
Sushi dinner on me, darlin'.
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