My Three Day Weekend Misadventures
My three day weekend was greatly disappointing.
My weekend began with the discovery that puking out my guts while simultaneously having a serious case of the squirts is the most revolting sensation I have ever experienced. At 3:15 Saturday morning, I woke up feeling very ill. The rest of the morning was spent in alternating spurts of inactivity as I attempted to lay perfectly still and frantic activity as I scurried to reach the proper receptacle before a torrent of semi digested food erupted.
Later that morning after a fitful hour or two of sleep, I found that my sisters and I were still expected to baby sit. None of us were very happy about this as all of us had just spent the night heaving our dinners and were still feeling awful. Predictably the day went lamentably. The only high point is that we watched God’s and Generals that evening.
Sunday, Mom and Dad got sick so we didn’t go to church. Instead we stayed home and didn’t do much.
*dripping sarcasm*St. Martin’s Day*/dripping sarcasm* the girls and I went with Mom and Dad to help paint a house. Luckily we were all feeling much better by then and we avoided adding any extra texturing to the walls.
All in all it was a lousy weekend and I really didn’t get anything accomplished (Incomplete, what are we fighting for…). But now it’s over and I’m back to the daily drudgery known as college life + job (Gone, like Saturday is gone, Like Summer break is gone…). Oh well, maybe a future weekend will be better (Sooner or Later…)
Can you guess which band I was listening to while I painted?
My weekend began with the discovery that puking out my guts while simultaneously having a serious case of the squirts is the most revolting sensation I have ever experienced. At 3:15 Saturday morning, I woke up feeling very ill. The rest of the morning was spent in alternating spurts of inactivity as I attempted to lay perfectly still and frantic activity as I scurried to reach the proper receptacle before a torrent of semi digested food erupted.
Later that morning after a fitful hour or two of sleep, I found that my sisters and I were still expected to baby sit. None of us were very happy about this as all of us had just spent the night heaving our dinners and were still feeling awful. Predictably the day went lamentably. The only high point is that we watched God’s and Generals that evening.
Sunday, Mom and Dad got sick so we didn’t go to church. Instead we stayed home and didn’t do much.
*dripping sarcasm*St. Martin’s Day*/dripping sarcasm* the girls and I went with Mom and Dad to help paint a house. Luckily we were all feeling much better by then and we avoided adding any extra texturing to the walls.
All in all it was a lousy weekend and I really didn’t get anything accomplished (Incomplete, what are we fighting for…). But now it’s over and I’m back to the daily drudgery known as college life + job (Gone, like Saturday is gone, Like Summer break is gone…). Oh well, maybe a future weekend will be better (Sooner or Later…)
Can you guess which band I was listening to while I painted?
2 Comments:
goodness, i'm sorry you were sick!
Wow, that doesn't sound fun at all.
If it makes you feel any better (although I can't imagine for the life of me why it would) the only productive thing I did all weekend was rearrange the furniture in my room. Also I insulted someone's shoes, but looking back, that seems kind of uncalled for.
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