Okay, I know it’s been forever since I’ve blogged. There are many excuses for that, several of which I will delve into now. Here’s a quick warning and disclaimer. This post will be nothing but a series of whines and bitches. If you don’t want to deal with it, don’t read it. I will not be responsible for any misery that befalls you after reading this post. Now on with the show.
On Friday, I completed one of the most painful experiences of my whole life – my comps. For those of you who have been spared knowledge of this insufferable hell, allow me to enlighten you. It’s a huge test that determines whether or not I get my master’s degree. Three hours, fourteen authors, winner takes all. Let’s just say that the highlight of the whole exam was that I didn’t get sick until 2 hours and 43 minutes *after* I finished the exam. Oh, did I forget to mention that I was fighting the stomach flu and had a killer migraine during the exam? All I care about is that I passed. Seriously.
On Friday night, starting around 11:30, I began puking my guts out. Guess what. The bathroom floor is not nearly as comfortable of a bed as you’d think.
On Saturday morning, the dog woke me up. I finished puking around 3, but I still didn’t feel well. However, one of the best things about being a dog owner is that even when you’re sick and it’s pouring outside, you still have to walk the dog. So I walked the dog. During the walk, the dog found some spoiled clam chowder – and rolled in it. She smelled like the Undersea World of Jacques Cousteau. So I had to bathe her. I don’t actually mind the five minutes it takes me to shampoo her. I just hate the hour it takes to clean out the bathtub afterward. Oh yeah, and I’m losing my mind. How do I know this? Well, as I was scrubbing the dog, I was lecturing her on taking responsibility and accepting the consequences for her actions. If she wants to roll in something gross, she’s going to have to deal with the bath afterward.
Told you I was losing my mind.
