Sick, but Not Sick
Do you guys realize just how bad fresh vomit smells when it's soaked into the carpet all around your dear mother's bedroom?
I DO.
Mom caught some sort of stomach bug last night and retched up everything she'd eaten, all over her floor. Far away from her bathroom. I feel awful for her. I know it must suck. But while there's nothing more I can do for her... the smell, my god, the smell... She's already tried to clean it, but it wafts out into the house anyway.
Also, my grandpa is here for last night and today. And the STUPID guy I'm doing this brochure for is on my back still, but the project is almost done if only I can manage to attach these huge-ass files to my e-mails.
Bleck. <-- the sound of my thoughts.
On the other hand, the really well-written fanfic I've been following on Y!G (Jet/Zuko) updated recently, and I've been joyfully reading. (With my nose covered.)
I DO.
Mom caught some sort of stomach bug last night and retched up everything she'd eaten, all over her floor. Far away from her bathroom. I feel awful for her. I know it must suck. But while there's nothing more I can do for her... the smell, my god, the smell... She's already tried to clean it, but it wafts out into the house anyway.
Also, my grandpa is here for last night and today. And the STUPID guy I'm doing this brochure for is on my back still, but the project is almost done if only I can manage to attach these huge-ass files to my e-mails.
Bleck. <-- the sound of my thoughts.
On the other hand, the really well-written fanfic I've been following on Y!G (Jet/Zuko) updated recently, and I've been joyfully reading. (With my nose covered.)