Yesterday was the ceremony for the grant. It was supa. My mom was adorable. However, I have been deathly (as in on my death bed) ill all week and so I had to drag my cadaver in there and try to look like I belong to the land of the living. Blech. Though bittersweet, I don't mind. I don't really like sweet stuff. And I'm still thrilled to pieces.
Also, being a big fan of conspiracies and mass hysteria, my mom thinks I have been poisoned. What do you think? Here's the rundown:
On Monday night the sweetheart and I came home and shared some tempeh curry (leftovers from my lunch) and fried tofu (which I had also eaten earlier in the week with no problem.) Strangely, by 6:30 pm, both of us AND the puppy were completely passed out and slept the entire night. We're talking thriteen, fourteen hours, people. Ever since then we both have had sore throats, body aches, nausea, sinus issues, headache, etc. And last night I had a dream I was getting married- not to the sweetheart but this awful guy I hate who reminds me in looks and voice of Napoleon Dynamite (but an Uncle Rico personality.) And it was an eighties dress- NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! Anyone ever read that poem "The Elf King?" (shudder)
So Super Slueth Mom says that during the construction (aforementioned in this blog) they must have dug up some sort of chemicals or released some volatile gas and I should put a note in the mailroom to other residents so that I can call the County.
Thus far, here is my history of notes in the mailroom:
"Scoop Your Own Poop!!!"
"I Know One Of You Stole My Bike!" (which worked, because I got it back)
and now...
"I've Been Poisoned, Have You?"
or maybe
"Call Me If You Have Been Feeling Like Death"
or how about
"Have You Been Puking? Me Too! Let's Talk"
Hmmm......
Also, being a big fan of conspiracies and mass hysteria, my mom thinks I have been poisoned. What do you think? Here's the rundown:
On Monday night the sweetheart and I came home and shared some tempeh curry (leftovers from my lunch) and fried tofu (which I had also eaten earlier in the week with no problem.) Strangely, by 6:30 pm, both of us AND the puppy were completely passed out and slept the entire night. We're talking thriteen, fourteen hours, people. Ever since then we both have had sore throats, body aches, nausea, sinus issues, headache, etc. And last night I had a dream I was getting married- not to the sweetheart but this awful guy I hate who reminds me in looks and voice of Napoleon Dynamite (but an Uncle Rico personality.) And it was an eighties dress- NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! Anyone ever read that poem "The Elf King?" (shudder)
So Super Slueth Mom says that during the construction (aforementioned in this blog) they must have dug up some sort of chemicals or released some volatile gas and I should put a note in the mailroom to other residents so that I can call the County.
Thus far, here is my history of notes in the mailroom:
"Scoop Your Own Poop!!!"
"I Know One Of You Stole My Bike!" (which worked, because I got it back)
and now...
"I've Been Poisoned, Have You?"
or maybe
"Call Me If You Have Been Feeling Like Death"
or how about
"Have You Been Puking? Me Too! Let's Talk"
Hmmm......
I like the last possible note. hehe Hope you feel better.
And, I have used the "have you been puking? me too! lets talk." posting on craigslist, and lets just say I don't think the kind of responses I got are what you'd be looking for. yeah. lets just leave it at that...