People around me seem to be convinced that my life is much more interesting than it actually is. Like I went to the university food court a little while ago to get a sandwich and three forms of beverage (influenza=dehydration. would prefer to not end up hospitalized.) Lady behind the cash register was like, "Thirsty?" "Well, yeah, kinda," I replied, "I'm a bit dehydrated." She apparently took this to be code for "I consumed too many alcoholic beverages last night" and laughed and said, "Girl, I hear ya. But sometimes you just gotta get yo' drink on, knowwhati'msaying?" I smiled and said that yes, I did, in fact, know what she was saying. Somehow did not feel it was necessary to explain that dehydration was due to two days of nausea and fever.
This morning, my boss asked me how I was feeling and asked if I was "eating a balanced diet." She also wanted to know, in a very wink-wink, nudge-nudge sort of way, whether I was "burning the candle at both ends." Add this to the fact that when I told my mother yesterday that I was sick, she asked, "You're not pregnant, are you?" as though that were a plausible scenario. Although that would explain that visit I had last week from the Angel Gabriel. He said something about some "second coming" or something. I just nodded and smiled. Between him and the damned Jehovah's Witnesses and Mormons, I can't get a moment's peace.
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