Flu-zy

A new stomach bug is rampaging the school. Two people that I know of for sure have been suddenly, and without warning, struck by the extreme urge to vomit all over everything. And while I feel for them and their intestinal pain, I would also like to say to them: "GO. HOME. I do not want your illness. I like keeping my food inside my stomach, thank you very much." Unfortunately, even if they do stay home this place is like a breeding ground for viruses. I only need to watch the kids at the computers in the morning to know that there is no way for me to avoid contracting every disease known to man just by being here. I especially like to watch the diggers. These are the kids that are constantly searching for something deep in their noses, ears, butt, whatever. They're the ones working hard to dig something up. There's also the kids who sneeze, cover their mouth, look at their dripping, snotty hands, shrug, and start typing on the keyboard. They're only slightly better than the kids that actually just sneeze all over the keyboard itself- no apologies there.

My point: if there is a stomach bug going around, chances are I will get it. I'm just hoping I get it on a Monday night and not a Friday night. And I hope it's next Monday night, because by then I will have cable and internet and if I have to lay in misery, at least I can have the Food Network to cheer me up. Last night Chris told me that he got us the best internet and cable package Comcast has to offer. "Isn't that, like, $150 a month?" I asked dubiously. Well, I very much underestimated Christopher's salesmanship- apparently he coerced the Comcast customer service lady into giving us a sweet ass deal on the package (almost $100 off!) by telling her he would refinance her mortgage for her. Props for using those B.S.ing skills for our gain, C!

Anyway, tomorrow is the last day of the NaBloPoMo. I am both relieved and a bit sad to see it complete. And strangely proud, too; barring some freak accident of nature tomorrow I will have completed all 30 posts in 30 days and I never even reverted to the old "I can't think of anything to write today" standby. Yes, I rock like that. Seriously though, thanks to all the new and random people commenting and reading these little blurbs. I love it. For real, not for fake.

Now the only thing I can hope for is some awesome prize from the good people at Fussy. Border's gift certificate, come on down!