Wednesday, March 17, 2010M. has been out sick for the past few days. If you recall from previous blog posts, her dog chewed up a mouse and ate it, then had diarrhea. The following is a brief text conversation with M. from earlier today.
M: "I think I got sick because I french kissed my dog."
J: "Well, a girl's got to get it somehow. Now you have the Black Plague!"
M: "I'm on my death bed. I just want to sleep."
J: "Can you get up and see a doctor?"
J: "Well get up, Corey Haim! It's 2:10PM."
M: "My house collapsed."
J: "Bull$#!t. Go see a doctor and feel better so you can come back to work. I miss you."