killcast

as stated previously, i'm a little under the weather. so i wake up to day knowing full well that i've slept through my last class of the semester. so i hop out of bed at like 3:30 pm, feeling all sorts of crappy, and i wander into my living room.

'what's this?' i exclaimed, pointing to a box on my couch. realizing no one was in my living room, i quickly stopped waiting for an answer and moved it into my bedroom. it was a really heavy box, and the return address was from one "J. Smooth" who i definitely did not know. i was trying to remember enemies that i had in pittsburgh that would have perhaps been mailing me bombs, but couldn't think of any off of the top of my head. so very carefully i opened the box. what do i find but a plethora of foody goodies rangring from peanut butter granola bars, to noodles, to carrot baby food. inside reads a note "jamie, please refrain from starving to death. that would suck massively. your (not so) secret admirer"

holy crap did that make my day. the whole "i'm sick and sorta hungry" feeling turned into a "i'm happy and have a granola bar in my mouth" feeling. going to work sick sucks regardless, but waking up to care-package-goodness definitely made the day ok in my book.

so thank you secret admirer, you are my favoritest person ever