I went to pick up Shane at work, and while I was waiting for him, I started to feel like absolute death. So yeah, Walter didn't go into work on Friday, but I guess started feeling better Friday evening, and wanted me to come over. I did not feel like going anywhere... Jiganesh and Brad both also wanted me to go out, but I just couldn't.
Now, even though I didn't feel good on Friday night, I was still up late. I took cold medicine and just tried to rest. I ended up waking up Saturday with the worst cough and sore throat. More medicine, stayed in bed until about 7, took a shower, and thought I was gonna pass out, so I went back to bed around 10. Woke up a couple times early on Sunday, not feeling too much better. I figured I had better get up and try to eat something, as well as take some medicine, drink some luids, etc...
By the time I went to sleep last night, I felt a little bit better. I lathered on the Vick's Vapo Rub and went to sleep. I feel alright this morning, but still not 100%. I took some more medicine this morning to help me get this out of my system.
Hopefully by tomorrow, I'll be back to normal. Walt's illness only lasted a couple days, so I'm hoping mine will be short lived also.
Well, I talked to Walt last night, and explained that my shadiness this weekend was due to my non-functional, death-like state of illness. He had to vent about his roommate, who, a week before they are supposed to move into a 2 bedroom apartment, says he can't afford it, and that they should wait a couple more months in a one bedroom until he is sure... Walt was on his way to the Male Room. LOL.
Anyways, so, big news today. Hurricane Katrina. On Thursday, we weren't quite sure about this one. I started to Panic after I got home from Walt's and I was talking to Shane. Worrying about grocery stores, gas stations, etc. being crazy on Friday, but then saw that she had turned south towards Miami and back into the Gulf. So on Friday, the only thing I was sure of was that she was heading to the gulf, and gonna sit there and suck up all that hot ass water before going god knows where...
Last night, Mikey came online and told me he was in Tampa, which I thought was kind of odd, since his away message a couple hours earlier had read '@ work.' Then I checked the weather, and cnn.com, etc. to see what was going on. I haven't talked to Mikey today, but he's probably a wreck. He lives in the French Quarter, and what I'm hearing coming out of New Orleans is not good at all...
