October 1st

Today is when Karma struck, damnit. The morning was already scheduled to suck since it both started ridiculously early and occurred at the doctor's office. Why oh why would anyone think it is a good idea to give me, remember exorcist, an 8:30 am appointment at an office that is an hour walk from my dorm? It was a mistake that they regretted. Once I was there I was asked about five times if I had eaten anything that morning. No I haven't because you told me last time that when you have to take blood tests I can't eat anything six hours prior to the appointment. Right, but are you sure that you haven't eaten? They just wanted me to kill them. I also had been told weeks in advance not to drink anything before the appointment as well. That was a load of croque. The first thing they asked me, apart from whether or not I had had breakfast, was to give them a urine sample. With what? You dolts told me not to drink anything either! I was directed to a fountain where I downed my weight in water. A nurse then took my blood, yippee. After that I waited about ten minutes before providing the urine sample. Unlike the states, the French prefer you to fill small test-tubes rather than a plastic cup. Great, time to play alchemist with my own fluids. I forked the tub of pee over and left. I wondered to the library, to kill time before lunch, and was once again approached by the inconvenient French boy. Why does he always show up when I want to be left alone? I'm pretty sure that frowning at a computer screen with a pen in your mouth, habit of mine, doesn't say "hey let's talk". So I used a strong skill of mine, I ignored him. Ok I wasn't that rude, I did say bonjour, and performed the overly personal cheek-to-cheek greeting, but after he sat down I gave him the cold shoulder. Call me cruel but I am human, if I'm working on something just leave me be. That's right, I was actually doing something productive. I was working on a chapter of a story that I've been creating bit by bit over the years. When I'm in the zone, I not only will ignore someone, I just won't care. After a few hours of typing and pen chewing I abandoned the library and Toine for lunch. My meal was terrible. I had foolishly grabbed a pizza lunch that was not only bizarre, it wasn't even edible. Let's see what would make a good pizza. Oh I know, cabbage and lamb with creme sauce. Just sounds divine. Kill me, kill me, please kill me. I did eat my sides, some salad and a few rolls, but it was not enough to satisfy my hunger. I also had started to feel a bit odd, slightly dizzy. That's when karma bit me, and it bit hard. At three thirty I had my FLE civilization class with M. Martel. On most days this would have been fine, I tend to enjoy that class. But today, I was groggy, starving, and had to fight to keep awake. Once it was over, and I was back in the dorm, I cooked a giant meal for myself, but was sniffling the whole time. I really should've taken that hand sanitizer at Subway, or at least have knocked on wood.