Today on the bus, I sat next to an incredibly fat man. Like orca fat. I didn't want to, but i couldn't find another seat fast enough. I just stared at the empty half of a seat and realized I'd look like too much of an asshole if I went "No thanks, rather stand."
But that guy doesn't want me to sit next to him.
It was basically me squashed against a giant beanbag chair with arms. Constant, hot, uncomfortable pressure. The pretty much sums up the rest of my day. The only thing that kept my attention was my congested head. When you are sick you just want everything else to work smoothly. It's just insult to injury. "I'm sick and i can't get the printer to work! My life is a living nightmare!"
The only thing you are aware of is how miserable you are and how much you want to sleep. I guess this is why we have sick days at our jobs, but when you make that call, nobody seems to ever believe you.
I can't believe I'm not asleep by now. I just want to sleep until I'm well.
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