May 21st, 2007

wicked

I must have done something to anger the gods.

I've been ill all weekend. This evening, I braved a meal right before going to class - my first whole meal all weekend.

And what did I do?

I spat it up, of course. Right in the middle, ironically enough, of a lecture about how embarassing adolescence is. Just, blah, all over myself.

Needless to say, I went home.

Honestly, what next?