December 14, 2005

sick as a dog

It makes sense, after all.

Weeks of studying and test induced stress, followed by two graduation parties and Joel coming up from Camarillo meant my body let down its spandex-tight defenses right about the time I inundated it with alcohol.

So I shouldn’t have been surprised when I woke up sick Sunday morning, but I’ll be damned I was. You never expect to be sick, what I expected included going to the gym, scaling mountains, working on my Vespa, reading ahead for next quarter, and in general saving the world. I simply don’t have time for this water-torture like dripping from the nose combined with the exhaustion and the watching of bad movies.

Well I’ll tell you what. Come tomorrow, I’m just going to ignore it. I’m going out. I’m gonna start studying. I’m not going to watch Tron again, no matter how amazing Jeff Bridges is. With the Internet as my witness, I SHALL BE PRODUCTIVE.

To tomorrow!

sickly dog

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  1. bah! productivity is for old people and fat kids.

    Comment by Daniel — December 14, 2005 @ 8:50 pm

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