T-Minus 2 or So

Less than 2 weeks left until I am home. Crazy to think that 4 months went by like...... dumb fast? Time chamber much?

I'm excited because I finally get to meet my baby sister. Same amount of excitement that I feel to see my dog (who recently just got put on CBD oil because of his arthritis)(my dad also asked me today if I know anything about the cannabis industry/cannabis stocks)(I'm more surprised than you are).

A very important week lies ahead of me... for reasons that I will not explain pub(I have a Skype interview with a job in DC that I REALLY want)lic.

Here's a small anecdote:

This past weekend I went to the park after buying Powerade and peanuts. The Powerade here tastes different, but that's besides the point. It was a tad bit chilly. Santiago was noticeably dead due to the departure of everyone and their grandmother leaving the city to celebrate the Easter holiday which pretty much lasts from the Thursday before Good Friday until the actual Easter holiday. Anyway, I go home. I was feeling colder than usual, but it's fall here so I thought that it just might be the weather getting to me. Later in the evening I go to change a light bulb in my bathroom, and I notice that my hands are OD cold off the early. Weird, right? Once again, didn't think too much of it.

Host parents call me up for dinner. I'm dressed in a skully, a fleece jacket, and sweatpants. Now I'm uber cold. I try eating, and the food just doesn't sit right. I eventually get that feeling that everybody gets the moment they start getting sick. The ominous headache god seems to creep up on you, the nose gets drippy, and your mood goes from 10 to -3 because you always hate getting sick.

I retire to my room. I start getting the cold shivers, per us(ual)(I love using parenthesis). I fall asleep for an hour, questioning whether I should just puke or lay there miserably in my bed. I decided to pull the trigger and let her rip. After the fiasco I lay on my bathroom floor, relieved and also intrigued on how much better I feel right after. That same night I slept for 4 or so hours because the neighbors were jamming heavy. Like, it's Saturday. I can't be mad about that.

The next day, my host mom tells me that she heard me in the bathroom and chuckled. HA!

I'm excited to go home. I'm excited to graduate. I'm excited to have a Cookout tray with a double burger with cheese, cheddar rounds, fries, and an Oreo milkshake. I can smell the peanut grease now.