I spent much of this morning in the bathroom, wondering what the hell I ate this weekend that is so torturing my lower innards.
I got to the library on campus. I noticed 3 things:
1. it was colder than ann coulter’s snatch
2. some bitch had taken my usual spot
3. the wireless internet wasn’t working
I set up my laptop at another desk…uhhh…close to the ladies room, just in case, and tried to work. I got two sentences typed before my brain just gave out. My stomach hurt, I couldn’t access my folder on the server or pubmed, and I was freezing my ass off.
I know it’s hot as fuck out, people, but many of us dress appropriately for the weather, we don’t need the AC set at “sub-arctic.” Later, it occurred to me that this happens alot in the south, and this is why I see many natives, especially college girls, wearing their expensive “I don’t care and still look fabulous” velouresque workout (HA!) pants all summer. And sweatshirts. When it’s 95 degrees out. It all makes sense to me now.
I left the library and headed the lab, to do the minimal of lab work that needed to be done. Then left. Before noon. Ugh. Playing hooky, but feeling too ill to enjoy any of it. I passed out on the couch for most of the afternoon, and managed a can of chicken soup without feeling the urge to sprint to the bathroom.
This must be my punishment for the skipping of church and pre-marital sex, huh Vince? 
What else can I bitch about? Oh…my boogers are still white with the dust from sanding the joint compound in the entranceway yesterday. Aren’t you glad you know that?
Anyway, the GOOD news is that Kev played hooky from work this morning to take two of his computer-type something or other network certification tests. He aced BOTH of them. Yay Kev!
Congratulations, Kev! Oh… Joint Compound dust is annoying. What I did the last time I needed to sand, I turned the Dyson on, lifted that little tab that covers the sucky tube, and had at it. It worked pretty well.
Congrats to Kev! Soon he’ll be a full flegded, certified geek!
Oh, and I hear the usual punishment for skipping church to have premarital sex is children. So be glad it’s only stomach discomfort. Or is it?
Sorry your feeling under the weather, speaking of weather they do the same damn thing here. It’s a wonder it doesn’t snow in the doorways…
Hmph. I wondered where you and your little evil minion, Julz, were this morning. I won’t be on email again tomorrow either, ’cause I have job interviews in SF again all day. Ugh. On the plus side, that means lunch with Varla Vixen again. Yay!
Oh, and Vince, you are EEEVIIIIL! (heh heh heh)
You won’t write decently if you’re sick anyhow, so it’s good you took some rest time.
Kev played hooky…to take some tests?
I think that makes him a full flegded, certified geek already!
I wondered where Aimee was. I figured Regan was busy writing. Dude, are you alive enough to email? I’m bored.
And what did I tell you about using masks??? That white stuff is also in your lungs! This is how you get pneumonia!
I never get the people who still dress all fashionable and way to warm. Screw the fashion when it’s 102 outside. Just be comfortable and preferrably not breaking any laws on decency.
I am haunted by the notion of white boogers.