Cold

I think I have a cold…why? cause I have a sore throat. Usually when I have a cold it isn’t bad at all…just a sore throat and that’s it. So I’m feeling a little sleepy cause the snow was melting and forming ice or the roof and then melting and freezing…and it was snapping and popping all night long and I couldn’t sleep in case somebody from a helicopter decided to land on the house and sneak attack…so that’s why I couldn’t sleep.

Lack of sleep in itself isn’t so bad…the problem is that during the term I’ve been getting no sleep for days on end and then like 4 hours on other days…then all of sudden as soon as exams started I’m starting to sleep for 12 hours on end. It’s crazy. So my sleep is definetly going up and my productivity is going down cause I’m sleepy a lot of the time. I’ve also been drinking standard caffine amounts…but I’ve added more lemonade to my diet…boom.

Mike (The Ladies Man) was telling me about last week at his house. Oleg, his house mate and a brilliant CS guy, got sick. So to combat the sickness in the house the housemates took different strategies. The Ladies Man decided to change his diet to: Tortillia chips, coke, and something else I can’t remember. But basically his diet went from the 5 food groups to…sugar, starch, caffine, and Red Dye 40 (I think). He figures that if the virii show up they won’t want to live in the hell hole body of his. The key to not getting sick is to make your body a pile of artificial products.

So been thinking about tons of stuff…need a 90 on the exam…I think I’ll get it…but must study…yah.

Here’s what kinda happenned last night…funny

So anyways…the plan was that I was supposed to go to the party last night…so I started driving from here…some idiot in a sports car wizzes by me and hits a patch of black ice…he spins and spins and spins…then stops…I putter by him…ha ha.

So I get home…going to walk over to the party…then I notice my dog…and a puddle….dog….puddle of brown stuff….dog….puddle of brown stuff that’s not doodoo (putting it nicely)….dog looking sad. I take of my coat walk inside go to the kitchen table…hmm…big mess…christmas cards on the ground…two boxes of chocolates on the ground…one ripped open and mostly eaten.

Dog looking sad…puddle of brown stuff that’s not you know what…big mess with chocolate boxes…….ELMOOOO…dog runs away. So I get Elmo (yes my dog is named Elmo…he’s small…not hyper (usually) and loves people) and chocolate is not good for dogs…so I fake being angry…but I force him to drink water and get food into him. So I diluted the effects of whatever is left in him. So the dog is taken care of mostly. So I call up my mom…takes me 20 minutes to get a hold of…

So anyways I’ve got this dog puke to clean up…I’m standing there and then I think…hmm…only seen one puddle DIRECTLY. I instantly look to the back door mat…huge puddle there…I run to the front door look up the stairs…huge puddle there. Well at least Elmo is ok.

So I call up my mom…tell her about it. I grab some bags…some gloves…and paper towels. So what do I do? Well I get down and start cleaning it…so I’m cleaning…cleaning away cleaning away…so I finish cleaning it….went through two rolls of bounty extra soft and absorbant towels.

Next…inspect the scene of the crime…dog jumped up on chair…pulled stuff from table…and wait what’s this…there’s a small spot of moistness on the chocolate box. So Elmo ate the chocolates…went away…threw up…came back and ate the chocolates again and threw up again.

So that’s yesterday…this is after the email…cutten and pasten from there….for you first. ok?