Hey Jakey,

As mentioned in the post below, you were feeling under the weather when I got back from the show on Saturday night. Well, on Sunday, you were downright sicky-sick. Fever, vomiting, diarrhea, the works. That above is a picture of you on Sunday, not feeling well, but still cute as a button. Then on Monday, still a little cranky, a bit of vomiting in the morning, then you were right as rain as the day went on.

Tueday, all is right with the world.

Wednesday, I wake up with a tummy-ache. Tolerable. Not bad. I went to work.

I get to the office, dry-heaving and feeling a bit warm. P sends me home. I stop at Safeway on the way and buy some Maalox and some frozen choco-covered bananas. The box, much to my chagrin, is marked "Von's" brand instead of "Safeway" brand, and as such, doesn't scan at the checkout counter. I nearly shit my pants while waiting for a price check.

I got home and just about passed out. I think I've only been that kind of sick a couple times in my life. Y'know, the kind of sick where you're too sick to even watch tv or read or even listen to music. I laid in bed, fully clothed, shoes still on, for most of the day. Not sleeping really, just in a twilight fog of nausea, headache and fever, thinking to myself, ugh, I've never ever felt this bad in my life. God, KILL ME NOW. Daddy got a bit of a stomachache and headache, but was functional.

Come to find out, we had/have "norovirus." Here is a story from the Nevada Appeal.

Today I felt much better. Fever finally broke and I've kept some food down. Watched way too much daytime TV. A couple of Frasier reruns and a mini-Real World marathon.

Okay, I know this subject has probably been done to death, but... who's changed more in the past 17 years, ME or REAL WORLD?



In the beginning, there were Andre, Eric, Julie, Heather, Norm, Becky and Kevin. And they were truly interesting people. They weren't all trying to "get wit' each other." Sure, there was some cutesy flirtation between Julie and Eric. But there were serious topics, like race relations, careers, homosexuality and growing up.

Today, as I watched the premiere episode of Real World 17 (!), one nameless, faceless pretty boy was talking about another nameless, faceless pretty girl: "I think she is so hot. I wanna see her nekkid."

I stopped being a Real World fanatic the season after Pedro died, but I checked in with the show regularly all the way thru season 9, Real World New Orleans. After that, it completely fell off my radar, as all I saw were an endless parade of younger and younger and anonymous-er and anonymous-er hardbodied brats who did nothing but drink and try and screw each other.

Maybe this is the way kids are now? When I first started watching, the Real Worlders were my age. I felt like I was watching a show for and about me and my friends. After tuning in today, I felt like I might as well've been watching a show on the nature channel about mating rituals of bugs in the African rainforest.

Anyway, you were a brat today. What with your daddy and me not feeling well, and you feeling just dandy and ready to play, we all ended the day pretty grumpy with each other.

Tomorrow, we'll try going in for your check-up again. The one that we tried to go to last Friday, but we were a week early? I'm convinced that's where you got sick in the first place. Well, let's go back and give as good as we got, okay? Love you!