March 11, 2006

I am sick.

I have a fever, and a sore throat, and my lungs feel like they have been attacked by threshing machine.

So I called Lauren and left this long garbled message about how I thought I had a thing of knorr healthy request carrot soup but it turns out I ate it already, and now I am really hungry but there is nothing I can manage to prepare for myself, besides I was really looking forward to that soup, and if she could just be an angel and buy me some soup and bring it over.. I mean if she couldn't that would be okay, I wouldn't be angry or anything cuz I wasn't begging I was just asking and if it wasn't too much trouble also some sherbet..."

Like that for half an hour. she said she almost called the ambulance, and then she just erased the message cuz I wouldn't shut-up.

Anyways, I am a lucky devil cuz she's bringing me soup. But because I know she is stickler about tidyness, and probably she will want to cook the soup for me having brought it all this way, and because my apartment looks like the end result of a frat party or an office raid depending on what surface you are staring at, I am now hopped up on Advil gel caps preparing to clean the important rooms.

Ridiculous isn't it the way friends watch out for each other. Wish me luck I hope I don't keel over.