All week I had been toying with the idea of calling out sick tomorrow to expedite the traveling to Pittsburgh for the family reunion. So isn’t it just poetic that today I started developing symptoms that include: 1)low fever 2)chills 3)very snotty head holes and 4)nausea. Fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck.
Snottiness aside, I fear to admit that I am looking forward to this weekend visit with the family. Dr. would mock me intensely if he knew such a thing. His family is mostly into not liking each other, so visits home are not always that exciting, except to see his sisters (Hi Tori!). Also, he thinks my family is a bit queer for their devotion to our annual reunion. Most of the time, I completely agree with him. Why do we need a massive reunion when 98% of the family lives with 30 miles of one another? This year, though, I’m feeling a bit different. I’ll probably change my tune about 3.5 minutes after getting to my parents house, and pull him into a bathroom and beg to be taken back to Philly immediately if not sooner, but for now I am mostly optimistic that this will be a fun weekend. If the family interactions aren’t as satisfying as I hope, there’s always Primanti’s!
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