You know how there are some days that go so wrong that by the end you mutter something to the extent of "I should've stayed in bed"?
That was what I said every day over the past week.
Frayed and broken wires meant that the Internet connection at home was nonexsistant for over a week until just a few hours ago. Either way I could have gone to NYU to use the computer labs and perhaps make a date with a friend or two. Maybe I could take C. out to lunch at the United Nations for Greek Week since part of her family is from there. Certainly Venegas would not mind if I took her out for dinner and a movie at the Film Forum. That would be quite nice.
Instead a stomach virus hit me on Tuesday and for several days the most that I moved around was between my bed and the bathroom. By the weekend I was feeling rather stir crazy and couldn't handle more time-wasting activities like organizing mail from the past 5 years or watching daily re-runs of Keeping Up Appearances. Surely sports would help aleve my slight insanity.
Wrong and wrong.
So now I have a lot of catching-up to do. I sincerely doubt that this week could be any worse.
Here's hoping for the best.