Home Alone
You know what's weird about stomach flus? Pretending they don't exist and carrying on as usual (aside from frequent trips to the bathroom for throwing up, or as The Roommate calls it, The Other) doesn't actually work. In fact, it makes it even worse. Huh. Who new?
This is especially disturbing, as I've got a road trip with Summer and My Sharona planned for tomorrow. Stomach flu aside, this trip could not come at a better time, because as I mentioned earlier, this week kind of blows, and I could use both an escape from the city and loads of girl time. So I'm going to work from home today, and eat healthy crap and take all my vitamins and hydrate myself, and hope that I don't require too many bathroom stops on the way to Newport, RI. Also, the B&B we're staying at is haunted by the ghost of a little girl in a grey dress, which is awesome.
Labels: whining
