I've been really freaking sick since Tuesday afternoon when the flu, or something like it, hit me like a ton of bricks. I was fine at lunch time, but I started feeling crappy around 3-ish, so I left Phys. World lab early and discovered the (in)convenient hours of the Student Health Services: M-F 9am - 12pm; 1-3pm. Bummer. And, seeing as I have school health insurance, except on weekends and hols, I must go to health services and not, say, my regular GP. Bummer

Anyway. I woke up about an hour ago, feeling pretty sick to my stomach, which is new (the flu is not always characterized by nausea and vomiting; that is more commonly gastroenteritis) and nothing was going on, so I took some of those lovely chalky pink pills to make my tummy feel better. And now I can't sleep.

So, the real reason I got on to blog tonight:

I was reading my Iffy's blog and clicked on a random blog in her blogroll: Castles made of sand... what a pretty name! More exciting than that, I saw my blog on the blogroll! Wowoweee! I realized by looking at the URL that I know this person in real life. Oh well. It's still super exciting to be found on a blogroll. Especially when I write with less grace and frequency than my dear sister.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Wait. You think I write with more grace than VOUS?
2/08/2008 7:37 PM
Pixel said…
Sometimes. Only because I'm lazy. Don't get a big head. We all know who's REALLY the writer: the failed english major who doesn't write for an online zine. Yeah.
2/09/2008 7:44 AM
Anonymous said…
:-p
2/10/2008 2:20 AM
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