So, for some reason, there seems to be this virus going around that, to me, seems has gone around about 18 times now within a really short amount of time, so now it’s got me all paranoid. Every time I get a rumbly tummy I worry that I’m getting that mess. Now is one of those time. I mean, I’m sure my tummy is just bitching, letting me know that I really shouldn’t have had that last slice of pizza earlier, but I just can’t help being a little concerned that tomorrow I’ll be calling work from my bathroom floor, telling them they’ll have to do without me. Haha…seriously, I’m glad I’m not a true hypochondriac. I get myself paranoid enough as is.
Today I had a Douglas-day. As in, I hung out with people from Douglas (home). I met up with an old friend for a bit earlier and it was just odd to meet up with someone I used to be so close to and see what different directions we’ve taken, and at the same time see all the little connections between the two of us. Then later tonight I went to Catie’s and Levi and Thomas came over too and we all had pizza (it’s the pizza making me feel icky, right?) and shared all our funny internet findings and Thomas played Paper Mario and we marveled at its neato-ness. Now I’m home…I came home to study for my Sociology quiz tomorrow. Can you guess how well that’s going?
Okay, okay, I’ll go study discrimination dammit. (In a minute)
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