Spring Break

Spring has arrived. I feel good about that. Absolutely terrible every other way, though.

I've got a really terrible cough. It hurts my throat. I might be getting bronchitis, which would suck. I'm also feeling inappropriately depressed, considering I have twenty-four days of spring break in front of me.

I don't really feel like blogging, but I'll relate something that happened as I was leaving school. I had been off by my lonesome, and a girl named Katie S. came over and looked over my shoulder to see what I was doing on my laptop. Things like that always make me nervous, but Katie also has the intimidation factor of being rather good-looking. So I got a little twitchy.

Anyway, we hung out and talked for a coupla minutes, maybe ten or so, and then I had to go get picked up. As I said goodbye and was leaving, I did a little two-finger salute (which sounds like a dirty euphemism but in this case I mean it literally). For some reason, this made my left leg stop supporting my weight for just a second, causing it to somehow bend sidewise and make me stumble into an inconveniently placed table.

This is analogous to what happened to Ben.

I'll blog more when I feel better, or can think of nothing else to do.