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Home getting over food poisoning. YES, AGAIN. I think Kansas hates me and wants me to suffer. Also in on the plot: cream cheese, which I love but apparently can never ever eat in anything ordered from a restaurant ever again. Cream cheese will henceforth only be acceptable when I have supervised its proper refrigeration. And that's not going to happen again for quite a while.
Luckily, today all I had was teaching (and it was an in-class writing day, which made it easy for my sub). Unluckily, yesterday I forced myself to go teach (thinking my nausea was nothing and sure, I could make it through my day) only to send myself home immediately after teaching, thus missing two classes. I made it through a bus ride all the way to my car before I threw up. In a plastic bag. Inside my car. Then I had to drive home where... well, you know.
Kansas, you will not defeat me. I am smarter than you are. Now excuse me while I moan on the couch some more.
Luckily, today all I had was teaching (and it was an in-class writing day, which made it easy for my sub). Unluckily, yesterday I forced myself to go teach (thinking my nausea was nothing and sure, I could make it through my day) only to send myself home immediately after teaching, thus missing two classes. I made it through a bus ride all the way to my car before I threw up. In a plastic bag. Inside my car. Then I had to drive home where... well, you know.
Kansas, you will not defeat me. I am smarter than you are. Now excuse me while I moan on the couch some more.