When I woke up this morning, I felt oddly tired and listless. So I put in my ipod, I listened to this song by Sara Bareilles called "Between the Lines," and I cried.
No, the song has nothing to do with any situation I've faced in the past or face presently. It's just a saddish song. And it just made me feel saddish. So I just cried. At 7:30 AM. About nothing.
So it was obviously going to be a good day.
Turns out that I'm slightly sick. So let's blame it on that. (And if there are any guys out there who even dare to think "PMS" I'm going to reach through the screen and clobber you right now.)
If you were here during my last sickness, you'll recall that I became much closer with Floor than with Bed. But bed has been much kinder to slightly sick Dani. This afternoon it consisted of:
And I've got a three hour class yet to come. Yay.
It's also a shame that in Peru you get typical sick questions like "Well, did you eat anything cold yesterday?" when you feel the least tolerant of cultural difference. (Me: "I don't think that causes you to get a cold!" Host Mom laughs at my poor self, still unwise to the ways of the world.)
Sorry for the few days I haven't been on here. I know it disrupted your life routine irreparably, and you've been walking around feeling slightly agitated for days. But you see, it was my computers fault. She felt a little sick as well.
Hope your weekend was lovely nonetheless.