Why don't you go photograph everything that ever passed in time.
Being sick is quite a lame predicament. For most of the morning the lines of communication to people who actually live in Bellingham all seemed to be down. No one answered their phone or responded to my online distress calls except people who weren't actually in Bellingham (when Bellingham people finally did respond it was more to mess with my sick delusional head rather than to provide any support).
My sick survival kit was severely lacking. I didn't have any soup, tea or even tylenol. I had to steal some of Sally's excedrin. My morning was spend scrounging about trying to find things in my apartment to make me feel better and not fall down the stairs from dizzyness. I really just needed someone who wasn't at risk of passing out upon leaving their warm sanctuary to get me supplies. this eventually happened. My roommates eventually came back and let me have their tea/soup.
Chris just came by and gave me a bag of sick supplies. Soup, crackers, asprin, superfood... AMAZING. I am in awe. But also feeling weird because at the same time as my super attractive older male friend came to deliver said items (with his super attractive older female friend) I realized that being sick and dizzy and light headed has left me completely unable to verbally communicate. What a time to figure out such a thing. I hope I didn't say anything too weird, but I guess I have an excuse, right?
I am using this time where I am confined to my house to actually get some work done. I am laying out my photo essay on photoshop and actually putting it together. it is about fucking time! I mean, I have no excuse to be finishing my summer ISP now, and i deserve to fail Fairhaven. Fail.
I feel like I am going to throw up, and I am bored. Everyone reading this should comment and tell me of the fun exciting things they are doing on this joyous extra weekend day so I can live vicariously through you.
My sick survival kit was severely lacking. I didn't have any soup, tea or even tylenol. I had to steal some of Sally's excedrin. My morning was spend scrounging about trying to find things in my apartment to make me feel better and not fall down the stairs from dizzyness. I really just needed someone who wasn't at risk of passing out upon leaving their warm sanctuary to get me supplies. this eventually happened. My roommates eventually came back and let me have their tea/soup.
Chris just came by and gave me a bag of sick supplies. Soup, crackers, asprin, superfood... AMAZING. I am in awe. But also feeling weird because at the same time as my super attractive older male friend came to deliver said items (with his super attractive older female friend) I realized that being sick and dizzy and light headed has left me completely unable to verbally communicate. What a time to figure out such a thing. I hope I didn't say anything too weird, but I guess I have an excuse, right?
I am using this time where I am confined to my house to actually get some work done. I am laying out my photo essay on photoshop and actually putting it together. it is about fucking time! I mean, I have no excuse to be finishing my summer ISP now, and i deserve to fail Fairhaven. Fail.
I feel like I am going to throw up, and I am bored. Everyone reading this should comment and tell me of the fun exciting things they are doing on this joyous extra weekend day so I can live vicariously through you.