So it finally happened. I got sick. London, you have finally caught up with me. I spent most of Monday and Tuesday in bed sleeping, sweating, and watching Dexter (great show, by the way). And the whole time all I was thinking was "I could be enjoying a wonderful day out in London but I'm spending it here stuck in bed." And that wasn't even really true because I would have actually been at work, not out enjoying London. So then, last night, immediately as I felt better, my dumb ass goes out. Just for dinner. Then for a drink or two. Hey, why not a little smoke. UFFFFFF. Now I am here at work. Feeling sick again. But not wanting to seem like I'm just making excuses. Gonna be a fun day to stick out. But at least I have Brighton to look forward to this weekend. And (if I don't feel like I'm going to die tonight) we are going to ali's apartment to hang out and smoke sheisha. Which should be fun. He is such a sweetheart. He sings!!!!! We sang together last night at like 1:30 am sitting outside Al Arez. It was the funniest thing ever. We were singing Backstreet Boys songs. But regardless. I know it is unhealthy, but I feel like I should just push through. I can't afford to miss anything lying in bed these last three weeks. I won't. London, look out. I'm about to hit you full force :)
Radhi
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