So, I got a call from the guy who sat next to me in class on Tuesday (we normally split the Friday readings and meet on Thursdays to discuss them). He's not going to be in class on Friday because he has the flu. As in real flu. As in influenza. And I sat next to him on Tuesday (when he was complaining of a headache.)
Set paranoia on "Hyperdrive." Does my back feel sore? What about my throat? Do I have a fever? Oh no! On Tuesday we'd been sitting next to our prof, who is just off of sick leave and has very little immune system! Oh no! (Chris has fun with this paranoia. "Maybe it's Bird Flu!" he suggested, ever so helpfully.)
Welcome to the paranoia of the Queen of West Procrastination.
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There. I posted something on my blog. Now you can tell all your "blogfriends" about my new fictionalized self, which will probably cause me to die of a technologically induced identity crisis. Don't say I didn't warn you - of the making of many blogs there is no end...
Karl's a blogger! Karl's a blogger! Karl's a blogger! I've already used his real name!
Mary has bird Flu! Mary has Bird Flu!
Chris, if you keep telling lies like that, Ky will never come to Victoria.
Although I'm sure you're dying of the bird flu and will likely cause me to spread this epidemic to Saskatchewan, I will still come to Victoria. Nothing will stop me. Except maybe peanut butter toxins.
Mmmm... Peanut butter....
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