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Still sicky, icky icky,
feeling gross, keep kleenex close
more of the same, awfully lame
to be in bed with snotty head.

Enough of that.

Fourth of July has come and gone in a most unusual way.
The party was held at Ross and Benoit's, a Brit and a Frenchman respectively. In attendance were 3 Canadians, a South African, a couple of Englishmen, a guy from Benin, a Cuban, some Frenchies, a couple of Russians, a Brazillian, a Ukrainian, and a couple of good ole steak and potatoes Americans. (and um... me, a good ole tofu and falaffel American... )

This is one of those things.... one of those telltale signs that I don't live in the real world (at least normal America). You walk around the party and give "the nod" to the few other Americans, it feels like you're part of a secret club. Holidays are like that. Last Thanksgiving my roomate and I were the only yankees in attendance. The friendly foreigners don't know what a pilgrim is, but they're all about my green bean casserole. (which is excellent, thank you...)
So I found myself singing the National anthem in the car on the way home like a good choir girl should.

Happy Belated Fourth. I hope none of you burned yourself on the grill/fireworks.

Updated to add: Apparently I've got a new hobby, its vomiting. I didn't really choose it, it more chose me... but I've been practicing for about the last hour. I think I'm getting pretty good at it, I'm really kicking ass at the surprise attacks.
I didn't think I was this sick, when did this turn into stomach flu?!
I hate my new hobby.
Wheres my boyfriend, I want a hug.