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I've been hearing everyone on my friends list talk about this stomach flu from hell that's been going around.

It makes me think that I shouldn't have gone out today.

I haven't had the stomach flu since...well...about two weeks before I got pregnant. This is really quite nice. For a while, I was getting it every six months or so, and it was miserable.

In fact, I've barely gotten sick at all since leaving Davis. A day of mild yuckiness here and there, but not even a long term cold.

Was Davis really that bad?

We had this theory that the building I used to work in was a sick building, because my co-workers and I were constantly sick. I emailed a while ago to ask whether things had improved since they moved out (they moved to a different building about a month after I left). Apparently they have, though my co-worker seems to think it is due to less stress, rather than the different office (they got a new manager about the same time I left. He has caused many people much stress, but apparently not my co-worker).

I'm hoping I'm not jinxing myself, posting this.

For all the Starbucks and previous Starbucks employees out there... (I know a lot of you people)

Paranoia

Today I was riding the bus, with Leif in his carrier. He was sleepy, and just kind of staring up at me. He wasn't moving, not even blinking, and for a moment I was afraid he'd somehow died. Then I touched him, and he moved, and my heart rate slowly returned to normal.

Time for me to stop reading the paranoid "The end of the world as we know it is upon us!" crackpots again. They write too creepily. I don't think anything any of them have "predicted" has ever come to pass, but it always messes with my brain. I start getting paranoid and depressed and having whacked out dreams.

It's quite addicting, and very easy to get caught up in. My dream the other night was very obviously influenced by what I read there. If I posted that dream, I could have half the people convinced it was prophecy. The idea would be reinforced in their minds, and they'd end up having similar dreams, until everyone on the board ended up truly believing that a moon-sized asteroid is going to hit earth and wipe out the majority of human life in June. After the government releases a virus that kills a good portion of the earth's population, in hopes of cutting down on the chaos caused by the asteroid.

Uh huh.

My mormon grandparent-in-laws are coming to visit sometime soon. I'm convinced that I'm going to somehow end up offering them coffee or wine.

When I was 12, my family took a camping trip around the western US. I fell in love with Utah, and told my mom I wanted to live there someday. She told me I'd have to become mormon. I'm half convinced that a good portion of my life since then has been a subtle joke caused by that conversation.

Reading back through my old entries, I realized that it's been more than 10 days, and we haven't received a confirmation letter from Crackmonkey Bernard. I guess I have to call him Monday.

I'm afraid I'm going to end up calling him Crackmonkey while on the phone with him.