This is the newest of things to be added to the list of illnesses I have somehow gotten. The timing really couldn't have been much better, though. I would have appreciated it if I weren't sitting at home recovering instead of on the slopes with friends this weekend, but that may be me being a little picky. My symptoms hit me the day after I turned in my last final paper for this term. I was free.
I find it a little funny that I spent the day with a friend who was hospitalized for the viral version over the winter just two days before I found my amazing skill at directing projectile vomit into my little blue toilet. It's just weird timing.
Or maybe not that weird.
I have a tendancy to push myself until I break. That might explain why it seems like I'm always broken.
Putting the pieces back together takes a lot more time than I would like.
At least it's time to catch up on things. Reading things. Sleeping things. Cleaning things.
I have too many things.
