Sick Day

Yesterday I left class early because I didn't feel well. This morning, I woke up intending to go to school and work on a large group project all day long. It involves advanced statistics and things that are named Bonferoni and Nagelkerke, after evil statisticians who now torture stat students everywhere. I wasn't looking forward to the day, but I was looking forward to being that much farther along on the project.

I was feeling pretty crappy during my shower, but when I knew I had to stay home was when I took the cap off my deodorant, got lost in thought for a minute, then applied the deodorant to my right cheek. (I had begun thinking about face lotion, so that's what I did. What can I say?) I have been doing work from home as much as possible today, but seeing as how I took Dramamine for my stomach (per advice from Whitney) and benadryl for my allergies, I spent the majority of time either staring blissfully into space or in a drugged sleep chased by strange dreams in which I and my entire family had moved to Florida and I was trapped in a bar after hours with the Big X and my brother and his wife (my 3 least favorite people). So in my dream I began to drink heavily. You know being in a bar and all. Then the cops raided the bar (how they got in when we could not get out, I do not know) and we were all arrested for drinking in a bar after closing time.

I was supposed to go with my classmates to Mohegan Sun, one of the local casinos, tonight. I had bought my ticket already and everything, but I really am too sick to go. I have been doing ok with drinking water and sipping on broth all day, so as a treat since I couldn't go to the casino, I decided to order a small pizza from my favorite local pizzeria, Luna. Thin crust, fresh mozz, fresh everything. However, once it arrived, just the smell of it made my stomach lurch again. What a waste.

Just now, one of my friends called me from the casino to ask for another friend at the casino's phone number. I feel so left out and dejected. Here I am, watching Dateline NBC's "To Catch a Predator" series, where they lure pedophiles online. This one guy brought rope to tie the imagined 14 year old girl up with, and it was in a bag from Target. How benign to imagine being in Target in line behind some guy buying rope. Who would imagine it was to commit a sex act on a minor? As interesting as these thoughts are, I still wish I was at Mohegan Sun instead.

*Sniff.

The other thing is when I get really sick, I cry over everything like a pregnant woman or something. I am crying because of that phone call from my friend now. I wish my benadryl would kick back in so I could float away on my fluffy little drug cloud again.

*Sniff.