man. being sick fucking sucks.
friday night, i was feeling really shitty after a day's worth of work, so i called it a night early and tried to stay up to watch the opening festivities of the torino olympics. i recall a lot of fire, white outfits, and a horde of people with different-colored ponchos making up a large ski jumper. but by the time they lit the flame, i was asleep. so who lit it? can someone fill me in?
saturday and sunday, i spent almost 80% of my time lying down. i felt like complete and utter crap.
so get this. jay recommended that i get a jamba juice with echinacea and vitamin c, so saturday i went on what turned out to be a smoothie quest. first, the jj on el monte and el camino was closed down for renovations, so i drove down el camino all the way to palo alto to check out the town & country branch. it, too, was closed to renovations. WHAT THE FUCK.
so, i finally got my power-sized coldbuster with immunity boost at the stanford campus jj in tresidder union. sheeeit. it took me an HOUR to get a fucking smoothie!
saturday night, i had the unfortunate experience of watch stanford lose to gonazag. we were up 5 points at the break, but there was just too much j.p. batista and adam morrison. those two were beasts, and we just couldn't find any answers for them. well, there goes our tournament chances. so sad.
i had the worst time sleeping saturday night. every five minutes, i'd wake up to blow my nose. i think i finally fell asleep around 3-4am.
sunday, i didn't do much, except catch up on the OC (poor johnny) and watch the pro bowl, which turned out to be a horrible mistake-laden game that took FOUR hours to complete.
and that was it. i feel a tad bit better today, but still on the shitty side.