Disappointed

Today was a full day of...nothing.

It began with me sitting in a conference room for eight hours, starting at the ungodly hour of 630AM. It was some more basic training. It was pretty much the worst thing I've ever experienced, but I didn't care because I had the night off. And by God, I was going to do somehing with it!

Also, I was being extremely good at being social. I talked the whole time with the new friend I made, Savannah...the embellishment of the heart and southern hospitality from her home state of Tennsesse, twang and all. In fact, I was talking to everyone in the room at some points. We were all laughing and having a good time, in light of our rediculously disgusting, never ending line of meetings.

The whole time, I had been feeling a little ill. This is mostly having to work 2Pm 2 11PM or 2AM every night in the cold and the rain. My nose was embaraasingly dripping ocsionally. But I wasn't feeling to shabby. Finally, we were released at four or five.

I drove home with Savannah and some of my new comrades. The enitre ride home, Ray, an African-American cosmetology major, was screaming at cars with his windw rolled down in the middle of rush hour traffic, and later we all took turns. Savannah drove, and she spiratically honked her horn at people. Surprisingly enough, probably because everyone here is on vacation, layed along and waved, danced, or honked back with a smile.

I wanted to get together with all of them later to hang, nd I had mentioned it to Savannah earlier. However, I wasn't really sure how to get something together without being awkward. So I just gave up and went home. When I got there, I was a littl tired from getting up so early, so I decided to take a little power nap and then go out and have dinner at the mexican place by myself.

When I wake up, about an hour or two later, I am totally and utterly sick. My nose is running like no other and my eyes are blood red (I dredded another run in with my nemesis, the pink eye). I think I may have a fever but I not sure. I'm not particularyl sure what ou are supposed to do when your sick so, to get cured, what does a newly on his own, technology savvy teen living in the twenty-first century do...consult with his mother? No! He simply Googles it.

So I Google these home remedies and I preform them immediately. I'm boiling water to steam my face in, with my nasal and eye droppings spewing into the bowl, and gargling salt water like I had just been infected with some deadly virus. A hot, wet towel rarely left my face. In a few hours, I was feeling perfecty fine. Gotta love Google! It was getting a little late, not too late for any place to get cold, but I was still feeling like it wasn't worth going out. If I was going to go out, I wanted to be able to enjoy it without feeling in the slightest sense miserable. So I stay home.

My roomates, thankfully enough, didn't come home until late so I was able to steam my face a few more times. But they brought company and I was a wee bit hungry but I couldn't go out looking the way I did. So I stayed in my bed the rest of the night...diappointed.

I was lucky