One night stand in hell
I had a job interview (or a professional chat, really) scheduled for last Friday. I got dressed feeling nauseous in the morning and hopped in the car with Muffin (whom we dropped in school first) and Pablo. I was shaking and my head was looping. About half an hour before my appointment, i considered driving back home and just hiding under a large amount of pink and lavender pillows.

But i decided the nausea would eventually go away and thus, after leaving Pablo at work, i darefully proceeded into the mayhem of the Madrid traffic at midmorning. I had the heating in the car full blast and i was wearing my jacket over my knees while driving. Like a granny with a cat on her lap. It was pretty insane. And i felt tremendously sorry for my poor little self. As i was ready to park, the cell rang. It was from the interview place. They were cancelling. I didn't know if i should cry or thank the Friday fairies.

I drove back home, chewing gum to avoid closing my eyes in the middle of the middle lane. I was feeling so dozy. Dopey. Done. It was a good thing my mum was in town and helped me deal with Muffin. I don't know what bug bit me, but i slept and slept until my eyes could focus on the curtain again, which took about 3 hours. Then another two. The disease elegantly left my body around noon on Saturday. By Monday morning, i was up and running, fresh, lipsticked and ready to hit job interview 2.0. More on that later.

On Sunday, feeling like Leroy Johnson on disco night, i put Muffin in the sling and went out into the cool morning air to get the paper. I payed mum a visit. She was, oddly enough, still in bed. She looked different when she opened the door to us. A different colour. The same yellow colour i had worn on Friday. The bug had hit her too. Again, her particular storm didn't last long, either.

Beware of the bug. He bites, he leaves. And you're left in bed, weak with the memories of your one night stand in hell.