So what does it mean when you wake up at 3:30 with your head feeling like it’s been crashed against a rock, and your stomach doing the high jump? Is it the rockin’ pneumonia? The boogie woogie flu? I just hope it’s not the ruin-your-weekend-with-Justin-and-Jake sickness.
Maybe it’s One School Gig Left Syndrome. Whatever it is, it’s nasty. I’m banking on it being the result of something I et last night, although I’m not sure what kind of damage a grilled cheezer, some fruit and a bowl of popcorn can do.
We’ll wait it out; decide this afternoon. As long as I don’t barf at graduation, I’m good. Fortunately, the choir stands close to an exit. Mavis, what’s that stuff you take for nausea? Phlegmogram? Pheromone?
Back to the hot tea.