My eyes opened again at 11:45. Time for church. I sunk into a long black skirt which was very reflective of the way I was feeling and tied back my sweaty/greasy hair into a ghetto pony. Off to church. I pretty much cried the whole time. And it wasn't because my tummy was churning, it was because I was filled with an uncanny gratitude. My eyes swept the room, I knew these people by name, they were good people. In a world where they could be anything but good, these kids were here, in a little meeting house, trying to do what was right, trying to help each other, trying to improve. My heart swelled as I saw them laughing, they wore unjudgemental eyes and hearts full of hope, offering themselves to each other. By the worlds standards these folks were the definition of average, but in God's eyes, and in my eyes, these people were the valiants, I was surrounded by my betters and my gratitude rushed out of my eyes in streams of hot liquid.
After partaking of the sacrament, I drove home in Martin, my overheated 2001 Sonata. And I slept for another 4 hours. I did research on what it was that was going on in my body and determined it was E. coli. For sure. I had all the symptoms. Yup. That's what it was.
Turns out, I ate chicken that was left in a hot car for two hours. So It was definitely e. coli.
No time to answer questions. Just lay down and pretend to be road kill.
