It's official.

I, Emmer, have the stomach flu.

I woke up this morning feeling like I had ridden a roller coaster twelve billion times. My migraine left me [but now I feel a sharp pang in my right eye. It's throbbing. I'm trying to counter it by taking Advil. Suffice to say I am typing to you with one eye closed - can you guess which eye?]

I WAS going to call in sick right then and there but it didn't seem right to do so [at the time].

I managed to get in the shower, dry myself, lube up, fix my hair, dress myself, stop by D & D's and still manage to get to the office twenty minutes early.

That's when it happened.

Anything I swallowed came back out. [I know, bad visual]

I was ordered to leave the office by my boss, so I did.

I am sweating profusely right now even though I have to A.C's going, I'm miserable.

Forget sailing, I will be safely tucked in to my 500ct sateen sheets whilst Sean babies me.

I don't think I've ever been so ectatic about throwing up.

Woke up today feeling a slight pain in my right eye. I guess I spoke too soon when the other day I thought, "I haven't had a migraine or even a slight headache in a while...I wonder what I've been doing right."

All day at the office I felt a weird sensation come over me. I emailed a friend saying I wasn't feeling well. I almost went home early but did not want to burden anyone from picking up the slack on my end. I went home at 5.

Falling asleep at 6 PM, I woke up two hours later in a sea of nausea. Pain here, pain there, pain everywhere. Couldn't even fall back asleep, the pain in my head was unbearable. Then the vomitting began.

I fell back asleep, woke up just a few minutes ago still feeling the ass end of the migraine, but hungry. Sean was nice enough to grill me one of my favorite veggies, green bell peppers. I ate them over rice.

I'm debating whether or not to call in sick tomorrow, or to save it for a rainy day.

My mind's run a muck. I am absolutely oblivious to my surroundings. I'm still in my vacation mode. Why, even yesterday I volunteered to help out at the prison for an extra hour so I wouldn't have to go back to HQ. Big mistake though. I came in today to a gigantic frantic mess.

Today at the office I sat staring at my computer screen for twenty minutes trying to decide how to word a memo. How gay is that? I don't want to be here. I want to be sitting on the adirondack my ass claimed occupancy to for most of the holiday weekend. On the deck, under the trees while bratwurst and burgers sizzled just a few feet away from me.

AGH! I've been trying to keep busy since my dejecting departure from Chicago. Went to eat Mexican food with Christina and Elzilla and see El's new apartment (WHICH IS FABU!)on Tuesday. Today I just walked and walked.

I miss my Ma.

Sigh.

The weekend looks good. Gonna go sailin' again, weather permitting. Might even fly back to the Windy City the weekend after.

I was so relaxed back home. I even tried to stop cussing. I'm trying to stop period.

I'll see ya later. Gonna convince the man to come with me to get ice cream.

Momma's girl.

I miss my mom.

So my five days of vacation was fabulous but each day that passed I kept thinking "I wish it were still yesterday." Although most of the weekend was spent hard at work painting [you should see my arms, they look like pythons AND my abs have grown a two pack] Ma's kitchen and guest bathroom, I felt so much at home. We did a lot of shopping, cooking, and talking and I hated that she had to go to work most of the weekend. She managed to get Saturday off, but it still wasn't enough time for me. I miss her. I don't know how many times I can say that, but I miss her so much I hurt. While we were out and about we ran into the Captain that nominated her for employee of the year, we all chatted. He told me what a wonderful person she is. [He didn't have to tell me that] It was nice to see my mom so happy. A lot of people have been saying to me that she's a lot happier now that my dad is in the Philippines. I'm glad she's happy.

My last couple days at home I felt anxiety. I didn't want to leave.

I'm back in Boston.

I'm lonely.

I don't wanna go into work [anymore].

I'm in my hermit mode.

If you don't hear from me for a bit, just picture me sitting around eating a Toll House Choco Chip Ice Cream Cookie[s].