Alright, so...
This is awful of me. Just terrible.
But I am chuckling a little to myself right now.
My roommates are sick. They have the stomach flu. It's making its rounds which means, I (who was gone all weekend) am going to get it sometime in the next two days. But for now?
For now I laugh.
Why?
Well, because, they keep telling me how miserable it is to throw up. How awful it is to be just sitting there and then all of the sudden...running to vomit. And everything in me,
Everything...
Wants to say something sarcastic and rhetorical like "you have no idea!" or "I'll fill out the membership papers so you can join me club!".
But I don't. Because I know it sucks to be sick. And, furthermore, I know it sucks to puke.
So, part of me is laughing because they are on the end of their own grossed-out faces. Part of me laughs because it might be (if for only 48 hours) the first thing I and my roommates have in common. And part of me laughs because the puker is probably just days away from becoming violently ill. What's not to laugh at when you're chuckin' up the ol' wagon?
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
When you're low on sleep, everything's funny...
Just a couple things I wanted to share with the world.
First, in reading Augustine's "Preface" to his rules on biblical interpretation, a story is told of a monk who could not read and so, by listening, memorized all there was to know of scripture. As I read this at 5am this morning, I had just one thought which brought me immediately to a place of laughter: How is it that a monk who can memorize the entirety of heard scripture can not learn to read? I’m just saying. That’s what blows me away! Augustine was worried about not being able to interpret what he memorized, but I think we have bigger fish to fry!
Second, I wanted rice today. I mean REALLY wanted rice. I’m normally not hungry until like 11 o’clock ish...maybe, which means nothing sounds good until then. But I sat in class at 9:45 going – “rice. sounds. so. delicious.” I came back to my dorm at about 3pm and decided for lunch/dinner I was definitely going to make rice. I pulled out the lid to cover my simmering pot when the rice started to boil, but, upon trying to shift, the handle fell off! I found a spot for a screw but did not find the screw. I even fished through the shallow pot. The way it stuck...good chance it was glue on. It was not. As I began relishing my rice and avocado (one of my favorite combinations) I felt a hard metal object go through my jaw line. Oops! Found it! This also made me chuckle – enough that I almost choked on the darned screw.
First, in reading Augustine's "Preface" to his rules on biblical interpretation, a story is told of a monk who could not read and so, by listening, memorized all there was to know of scripture. As I read this at 5am this morning, I had just one thought which brought me immediately to a place of laughter: How is it that a monk who can memorize the entirety of heard scripture can not learn to read? I’m just saying. That’s what blows me away! Augustine was worried about not being able to interpret what he memorized, but I think we have bigger fish to fry!
Second, I wanted rice today. I mean REALLY wanted rice. I’m normally not hungry until like 11 o’clock ish...maybe, which means nothing sounds good until then. But I sat in class at 9:45 going – “rice. sounds. so. delicious.” I came back to my dorm at about 3pm and decided for lunch/dinner I was definitely going to make rice. I pulled out the lid to cover my simmering pot when the rice started to boil, but, upon trying to shift, the handle fell off! I found a spot for a screw but did not find the screw. I even fished through the shallow pot. The way it stuck...good chance it was glue on. It was not. As I began relishing my rice and avocado (one of my favorite combinations) I felt a hard metal object go through my jaw line. Oops! Found it! This also made me chuckle – enough that I almost choked on the darned screw.
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