Monday November 17, 2008
Who: Adam and Rez What: Talking and discussing and most likely yelling Where: Adam's dorm When: Midmorning
Adam was dead to the world Saturday night and all day Sunday. He felt like shit and didn't want to mess with anyone. Thankfully his Uncle Jon gave him a pass and left him alone Sunday to just lay around and sleep. So he slept and slept and slept and woke up to pea and sip water before going back to sleep some more. It was around 10:30ish in the morning that he finally felt more alive and enough to get out of bed and try to eat something. His stomach was growling and refusing at the same time. It made him want to throw up a bit. So, maybe it was best to stick to water or the sprite he got when he managed to drag himself to the vending machine to make his belly feel better. God he hated coke right then. Adam wasn't even sure if he could drink the soda anymore without feeling queasy. It was on his way back, an adventure done in his sleeping shorts alone, that he came back to an uncle coming down the hall. Wonderfuuuuuuuuul. He was already begging for death, but now he was down on his knees.