Work is going by slowly....
I was just sitting here thinking, about everything and anything. I feel like everything is jumbled in my head, like I can't get a clear thought. Maybe it's the remains of the migraine that is starting to fade. Whatever it is it's frustrating.
I still feel nauseous as well. And the sun coming in from the window is making me feel funny. I wish it would just go away.
Here's a funny story, true story that happened to me.
During my freshman year at college, I lived in the dorms. Our dorms were made up of a small living room, two bedrooms that slept two people, and a bathroom. The room I shared was with *Kay, and we both had our beds lofted, with our desks underneath, kind of like half bunk beds. One night we had a little party in our dorm, with people drinking Keystone Light. Our other roommate, *Lisa, who weighed probably all of 80pounds was downing beer like there was no tomorrow. She was at one point what we call "double fisting" yes she was drinking 2 at a time. Shortly after 3 am the party broke up, and we all headed to bed. At about 7am the door to our bedroom opened. *Lisa walked in, and walked straight into my bed smacking her head. I looked at her and said, "hey dude, what's up?" She responded, "Hey" and then pulled my chair out. After I second I here trickling water, and I say "Lis, are you peeing?" She says, "No," and I look over the edge of my bed and say "are you sure?" She looks down, and a second later in a crying voice says, "Oh, wait. I am!" I immeadiatley jump out of bed, there is a huge pile of pee getting all over my rug and books laying on the floor, and she stands up to show a pee soaked chair. I am freaking out like WTF, she is so wasted and starting to cry, I say don't worry about it go back to bed we can clean it up later. I used some towels on the floor to stop the pee from spreading. I decide to go back to sleep and deal with the pee later. She leaves the room and I climb up in my bed. I look over at *Kay, who appears to be sleeping. I ask her if shes awake. She says no, I'm pretending to be asleep because I do not want to clean up pee. We laugh for a while, and we go over the story a couple times. The best part to us is when *Lisa smacks her head into the side of my bed, and still pulls out the chair to pee.
Later that day we asked her why she did it, and she said she thought she was in the bathroom. And I said, well you said hey to me, and she said, I thought you were just chilling in the bathroom. We laughed about that for days. She did try to clean my chair, but that day when she went to work we took a sharpie to the chair and on the bottom we wrote *LF peed here, 2002. And I switched chairs with her. We never let her live it down, how could you? It's too funny. So whenever we would be out partying and she would sit down, we would say "WAIT, *Lisa that's not the toilet!"
Too funny. I thought I'd share the memory with you.
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