In which I discover that I will never understand KB and Powerade is disgusting

Being sick stinks. I had never missed a class in my life. I'd never called in sick before. Until yesterday. It was so sad. I thought I was going to be ok, but when I could barely stand up, I decided to find my professors and tell them I was going to bed because I felt like I was going to die. They were all like, "Please do go back to bed . . . Please don't die though." I stopped at health services to ask them what I should do for myself. I felt so icky that I started to cry and the nurse said, "The only thing I can do is take your temperature." Then I vomitted and I don't understand you, KB. Vomitting is NOT a cool feeling. I think it gives you endorphins though. I went back to my room and slept all day. Nick wasn't happy with me because no one could deliver the mail and he had to do it. He didn't mind doing it, but I had to come to the office for a few minutes to watch the desk until Michael got out of his meeting. Michael sent me home as soon as he got out of the meeting.

I didn't go to my classes today either, and that was sad. I ended up sleeping until about 2:00 this afternoon.

I'm wearing my "beauty and brains" socks. I don't feel very beautiful or very brainy today, so I had to wear the socks to compensate. I wonder if people are very convinced by them . . .

Powerade is disgusting. I guess I should count my blessings because it made me stop vomitting and made me feel a lot better, but it tastes nasty . . .
~MK