Dear God, no

I woke up this morning feeling a bit...off. Nothing wrong that I could put a finger on, but everything wasn't quite right in my body either. Everything smelled bad to me - like someone had stuck a dognose on my sniffer and turned the smells up by 1000% - and nothing tasted particularly good. (I'm not sure if the coffee at Half Price Books was as rancid as it tasted, but it truly made me gag. And I drank it anyways - how pathetic is that?). And my mouth just feels funny, too full of saliva, a little metallic.

I was entertaining thoughts that if I didn't know better I'd think I was pregnant or something (99.9% impossible, thank god, but does that thought ever really leave before menopause?) when I remembered. The kids at co-op school have the pukes. Not just one or two, but lots and lots of them. And I worked there 3 times in the past week and a half. And shared snack with the snotty little grabby-hands who double dip everything and run goldfish crackers through their fngers like pirates fondling with gold coins.

Fuck.

If I start puking I'm gonna be soooooo pissed.