I went home sick today. I just couldn't get any sleep last night, and woke up dizzy, woozy, nauseous. I tried to hang in there, but just couldn't. I tried. I slept for 6 hours straight and now I am starving to death but do not have the appetite. I feel like throwing up, actually, but I know I should eat something. When I was growing up, that was always the solution to everything. I have a stomachache - eat something. I have a headache - eat something. Well, I guess I have no choice but to eat something, and I should feel better, I guess. I am just craving a Shake Shack burger right now. It's weird because I have an In & Out Burger across the street, and yet I am longing for a burger 5000 miles away from me. Perhaps I am just associating the burger with a memory. But I so plan on having that Shake Shack burger next week, so patience...patience.
"I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy."
- Rabindranath Tagore
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