Jun 14, 2012 16:16
I never quite know what to do with myself on my days off. I have three in a row this week. Ergo, I was on the verge of going mad with boredom earlier. I took a nice 8km bike ride to stave off this boredom, and, of course, on returning, realized I had brought a massive asthma attack upon myself.
I managed to get into work (where I've been forgetting my puffer for the past year or so) and narrowly avoid blacking out, but there were a couple of random conversations I had along the way when people I knew stopped me. What?? I couldn't say "Sorry-EEEEGH-asthma-EEEEGH-attack-EEEEGH-bye!" That's not how I roll! So I tried to hide that I was nigh incapable of breathing and starting to lose consciousness and to speak in something other than horrifying squeaks. I mostly succeeded. But once I was sitting down at work, puffer in hand, feeling my faculties returning, I realized that I probably made an entirely different impression. My words were slurred. I was swaying and walking heavily.
I really hope they didn't think I was drunk in the mall...
Also, brewing fruit tea with honey instead of sugar. WHY DID I NOT THINK OF THIS BEFORE.
weirdo,
booze,
badass,
biking