a continuing saga...

The day began like any other day...(I've always wanted to start a post off like that because of the incomparable levels it builds the forthcoming story to)...with out any further adieu...
I awoke after a fairly sound sleep and debated getting up for a few minutes before the phone rang. This is not an uncommon occurrence in my mornings off...usually its someone for my parents who are usually at work at the time. It was my day off. The first day off i had in awhile, the day before was supposed to be a day off but i got a call asking me to come into work and so i did figuring a few extra dollars in my pocket wouldn't hurt. I got up to answer the phone fully expecting it to be for my mother...
It was for me, my boss said to me something like 'wow you don't sound so well',(can someone say foreshadowing) and I said 'i did just get up' and she said now that your up do you want to come into work? I told her Id call her back after I think about it whilst getting dressed etc. (while i was doing that she would call someone else to see if they could come in.)
So i went into my room and got dressed for work again a few more dollars couldn't hurt at all.
I would still get off work in time to make my 'appointment' that night....It wasn't a date!!!!... for those of you that think that way... but it was hanging around with a girl.
I called my boss back and told here i could come in from 1030 to seven. Once I got there I worked as usual taking stuff back and telling customers about digital cameras. A couple of hours into my shift i started to feel sick. my head hurt my stomach felt like it was twisting around. people (other staff) started noticing that i was looking sick and told me i should go home. I kept telling them that i would survive. I thought it might have been the lack off food in my body but even after my break and eating i still didn't feel good. at about 4 I was leaning against the counter trying to get my bearings and my boss told me that there was work to be done. (there was)
I told sorry I'm not feeling to well. She told me then if i needed to hold up the counter or splash water on my face then do that. I asked if i could just go home.
So I talked to all the powers that be, clocked out and went home. There i collapsed in bed hoping that a few hours rest and a bottle of water would get me better enough to go climbing (get it?... hanging around?) that night...
that was not to happen however because at about six o clock i began throwing up,...
after putting my sheets and etc. in the basement to be washed i called my friend and left a message on her machine saying I was sick. then i slept on the couch, and eventually moved into another bed where I shivered and drank water/ginger ale until i fell asleep hoping i would be well enough to go to work the next day.
THE NEXT DAY...(today)
My mom woke me up and told me she didn't think i should go to work,and so i called in sick. This was the first time in all of history that i have ever called in sick. i figured it out that now that Ive taken a sick day and left early yesterday after being called in. It works out to about one hour of extra time.
that brings the story to now, not its conclusion because i still feel sick but i can't write anymore because nothing else is happening,
...wait I'm going to take a sip of ginger ale...
mmmm that was good lets try a bite of toast...
i wish it was white bread. i know white bread probably gives me cancer but i still like it, and after all 'every thing gives you cancer'
...heading back to bed ...
3-6 HOURS LATER
it is now into the evening, I'm feeling much better and have managed to hold down solid food, Hoary!
I had a very restful nap on the couch and watched a movie i own but hadn't watched in a longtime...
the above is kinda what i didn't want my blog to be...my life in blog form... its not that exciting and thus the following sentences...
today i got my new interact card the process of which is another story for another time but this whole being sick thing ...it got me thinking
plague- defined as a disease or sickness that causes high mortality, no I don't think I'm going to die but it could be a scaled down version of what the Israelites experienced
and my wallets being stolen even though i got them back I was without cash and in strange financial straights for a time. (Thankfully i don't have to pay rent and such but i was borrowing money to pay for gas to drive to work, so i could earn money, to pay for gas, so i could drive to work...)
when a nation is/was conquered the valuable possessions they possessed were/are taken...
anybody else seeing the similarities?
, first some of my valuable possessions are stolen (The sword) and then I get sick and can't eat (famine/plague) ...how very odd
i wonder if (and how) scattering is going to come about? I am going out of town this weekend...
well i will let you know the continuing of the story as it unfolds
also still to come

'interact card adventures'

'a response to the comments and links galore'

'most commonly used phrases on this blog'

'a made up story about a made up hoard'

The controversial... 'powers of the white shirt'

and the highly anticipated... 'curse of the third wheel'

until I write again

-luKe