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The End of All Things Spring Break

The End of All Things Spring Break

Another trip to email to wrap up spring break.

Email to Pat:

Ew: an addendum to last night's email. That trash I ate in Chinatown has officially given me the second true case of food poisoning I've had in my life. I'm pretty much miserable at the moment, and it's really not anything attitude can change. Throwing up so hard that you're crying at the same time just can't be pleasant, no matter what perspective you have.

I suppose that was unnecessarily descriptive, but I feel really really bad right now. It's nice to take whatever tiny opportunities I have to drag others down with me. The fever isn't doing wonders for me either.

Anyhow, go ahead and forward me this Shakespeare trash. I might go, but I mostly don't have any money, so, yeah.

The bitchy thing about denouncing one's religion is that all the old habits said religion entailed die really hard. I keep finding myself in the middle of praying, when I know I don't really mean it. If I do believe in God, which is unlikely at best, then I've at the vary least lost all faith in His ability to make things better. I'm not entirely sure what that has to do with anything, but I figured I'd toss it in there anyway. It mostly stemmed from the sudden litany of "Dear God, please make my stomach stop fucking doing that." Probably should have left the "fucking" out if I was going for any level of sincerity.

Anyway, don't eat Malaysian food. Or at least not anything with clams in it. I suppose I should have deduced that beforehand, but hey, I'm not perfect. Also, I'd love to write something for your sake, if nothing else, but today's just not a good day, sunshine. Forgive me.

Have a good day and an awesome weekend. Don't do any throwing up. It's unpleasant to the extreme.

Love,

Megan

4:17 p.m. - March 26, 2004

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