So I am unbelievably sick right now. My eyes are burning and my throat is starting to feel All Closed Up and I really should be over this by now but I guess I’m not.
I’ve just finished writing up lesson plans and instructions for the (really wonderful) fellow who is subbing for me tomorrow. I almost couldn’t finish because I just feel so awful, but I made it happen, I am grateful to say.
Still, I have that awful feeling of simply Not Wanting To Go To Bed. Somehow the energy exertion that it will (likely) take to get me up the stairs to brush my teeth just feels like too much. So I decided (here’s how these things happen) to head over to Facebook for just a minute and poke around there. I’m missing people, after all, having been cooped up like this for Days, and Facebook seems like an innocuous (ie., I can’t contaminate anyone) way to say hello.
And here I find an invitation to take a little quiz and “see what kind of flower” I am, and this, too, looks silly and fun and innocuous and a whole lot better than climbing the stairs to bed. But I don’t usually take advantage of these kinds of things because they involve agreeing to steps whose ramifications are Absolutely Unknown to me and besides, once I tried to write on the funwall of one of my students and ended up writing to my Entire List of Friends, Including My Professor, which wasn’t a little bit Mortifiying.
So, I decided to take the flower quiz because heck, what can possibly go wrong. And just like always it asked me to agree to things that I have no idea what they are and I went ahead and agreed because I’m curious. Then I took the test and hated the options (as usual) and then (I hate this, too) had to invite friends to add this application before (Before) I could see the results (what kind of flower I am).
Still, I persisted and sent the invitation along to people at the top of my page and also to Bill because that’s funny (I’ve never thought of him as a flower at all) and then proceeded. And I found the button to click that told me that yes, this next page would produce results, so I clicked it. And here’s what I got:
“Error while loading page from Spring Break Tracker
There are still a few kinks Facebook and the makers of Spring Break Tracker are trying to iron out. We appreciate your patience as we try to fix these issues. Your problem has been logged – if it persists, please come back in a few days. Thanks!”
Right. Like I’ll come back in a few days to find this out. Like I really care. This is fever-endurance here, folks. This is just “I don’t want to go to bed because I’m pretty darned sure I’m going to have nightmares because of the fire in my brain” talking. I don’t care what kind of flower I am. I really don’t.
But if you must know, I think maybe I’m a chameleon. I mean carnation. Or a dandelion. Or an angry circus clown. Or a Japanese beetle. That’s the one.
I don’t think any of those were options.
