I had probably the worst night’s sleep in a really, really long time last night, so I’m extremely thankful it’s Friday and I can make up for it this weekend. Something was dreadfully wrong with Meg’s stomach, in that she felt an extremely sharp, immobilizing, tear-inducing pain, almost as though “someone [was] running through me with a spear,” she said. We both thought that by making herself sick, she might feel better - didn’t work. Eating a piece of plain bread to soothe her stomach - didn’t work. Drinking water - didn’t work. I was all out of ideas, plus I’d taken some Tylenol PM before I got into bed in an effort to curb my cold-and-ladyfriend-induced headache, so I was rather too doped up at three in the morning to be of any real help.

We never did figure out what was wrong. Meg looked up her symptoms online and has decided that her gall bladder exploded and she’s going to die. Somehow I doubt that, though the look of pain that often appeared on her face last night definitely concerned me. She went home this morning to get some rest. Apparently both her mom and her brother are home sick too; her brother has a 102 fever. Not nice!

Last night, some of the roommate’s friends came over and we ended up hanging out for quite a while. Jeff had gone to the Yankees game and was absolutely wasted, but hysterical as always. As drunk boys do, he ended up alone in the garage jamming along with Staind for about an hour. I’m sure it made sense to him at the time. I decided it was time for me to go to bed when a) we ran out of wine and only had Bud Lite left (bleugh), and b) Dan set fire to Jeff’s Yankees hat using a bit of citronella from the tiki torches in the backyard as fuel. After less than five minutes, only the charred brim was left smoldering on the patio. Jeff didn’t seem too fazed by this.

So, tonight … if Meg’s feeling better then we’ll either head over to Chris’s house to hang, or go play pool with Anita and her girlfriend. If she’s still unwell, I don’t know what’ll happen. I guess we’ll just play it by ear.

PS, I am so not a hot weather person. I really want to ditch work and go crash Chris’s pool. But unfortunately I’d feel too guilty about that. Gah. I really am a goody-goody sometimes.