You Can Take Jeremy out of Poughkeepsie...
You can take me out of Poughkeepsie, but apparently a doctor is necessary to take Poughkeepsie out of me.
Explanation: It was going to be such a simple, wonderful morning. My last thought before going to bed was "It's always nice to be able to set your alarm for two hours later than it was previously set." That was going to be today's status message. I had to get up at 4:45 AM to get to Poughkeepsie on time on Tuesday. I didn't even know there was a 4:45 in the morning, and when I actually woke up (before my alarm went off, scarily enough) I don't think I appreciated 4:45 in the morning as much as I should have.
I also got a FREE HAT in Poughkeepsie, which made me a little upset I ran that status message a few weeks ago. I don't get free hats at work every day, you know.
Anyway, as I was saying, life was wonderful and it was good to be home. After I got out of the shower this morning, however, I noticed that life was also wonderful for an eight-legged friend who was buried up to his neck in... well... me. Dee-frickin-lightful. Nothing says "welcome back to reality" like discovering that you brought a tick home with you from the Lyme Disease capital of the universe. I'll spare you the remainder of the details, but I think I'm going to survive, and I'll feel much better after my doctor's appointment this afternoon.
