Sunday = sleepday
01.04.2008
Ohhhhhh my god, I woke up as usual, with a horrible sore throat, and Alana, also woke up with a horrible sore knee. She decided to try and get some treatment at the hospital emergency room after breakfast and I decided to just sleep all day on her couch, until it was time to meet up with Abdul for the trip home.
So we walked (slowly) past Leonard Cohen's house to Chez Bagel, where Leonard Cohen has a signed 8x10 glossy on the wall. It was a very good bagel, but it came with very burnt potatoes, and alright scrambled eggs and kind of dry ham. But very friendly/fast service.
Alana went on her way to the hospital and I went back to her house to pass out on the couch again. Martin was there, so I stayed up for a little while with him and a pot of tea. Alana surprisingly came back within two hours and we both went to sleep until it was time for me to go.
At about 5 p.m., I said goodbye, bought a couple of bottles of super juice for the ride home. Then, got a little turned around on the subway, met Abdul and passed out once again in the backseat of his car.
I got home at about 8:30 p.m. and went to the doctor the next day, was prescribed some intense antibiotics, and did not go to work for two days... *sigh*
