blauuuugh...
ugh today is a terrible day. Went to lab, figured I'd have time to mosey out of there and hang out somewhere before I had to hop on the subway to the Cloisters, but I ended up running out of the room and suddenly throwing up in the bathroom. Partly on my jacket sleeve (because my arm was fuckin' extended to open the toilet stall) and on the floor, and then ... yeah. not cool.
Got to the subway, realized that the A express was the only way I was getting from West 4th to 190th after stupidly waiting while a group from my Cultural Foundations class hopped on a train. In retrospect, I'm glad I did, because I was on with only one classmate and I ended up throwing up on the subway, too. Just about a minute before it came to a stop. Worst of all, it was all over my hands and my SECOND jacket and -- get this -- another guy. Total random fucking stranger.
So yeah. Not good at all. Thankfully people came to my aid with tissues and even Wet Ones, and the guy was understanding (he'd been looking at me with my hand tightly clamped over my mouth as I was moaning into it), but ugggh still.
The Cloisters was fun. I don't feel like I did much while I was there but I took pictures and... yeah. On top of the fact that it's raining here and I smelled like a wet dog from it, my jackets were already wet with water AND remnants of vomit. ugh.
I just got out of the bath and I feel better, but god does today suck.
I'm going home this weekend to have that MRI done tomorrow. Yay.
fuck.