Today was simply gorgeous. It was around sixty degrees. The sun was out. Kids were playing in the quad. The world was at peace. Love prevailed.

The world may have been at peace, but my stomach, however, was not. I seem to have some weird mutating cold. Yesterday I had a headache. Then by midnight it was headache and nasea. Unfortunately, I was on duty, which meant I would have to walk around the building, without spewing all over the place. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to do it. I mean, how embarrasing would it have been to call emergency housekeeping going “uhm, yes can you come clean up a body spill in the third floor? What it is it? Oh, uhm vomit. Do I know where it came from? Uhm maybe…”

So zachypants took my two o’clock round. He said he found shit in the stairwell. Boy am i glad i wasn’t there to see that. Then I would’ve definetly had to call the emergency housekeepers. I’d be like, “yes, there’s uh human excrement and puke in the stairwell.”

So today this horrible humiliating sickness has started manifesting itself in my stomache. I won’t give you details, but i will say, it’s not pretty. It’s not pretty at all.

On a more positive note, I got the job I applied for a few weeks ago. Next year I’ll be living in air-conditioned Payne Hall! That place is classy. Bet no one poos on the floor in that place.