Brunch, Barasti, Blue Bar, Bed.

Went to the first Brunch of the year. It was, well, what brunches here normally are! Very fun. This time it was great, it was just 5 girls, we had great wine, good food and I'm sure lively and entertaining conversations... I've been feeling sick for just about ever, had a really hard run in the morning, just over 22 miles, then collapsed into bed and had to give myself a pep talk about going to brunch. I was telling myself that once I got there it was going to be so fun and on and on, when really, all I wanted to do was crawl back into bed. It was great though. I was impressed that we managed to make it all the way into the evening and meet up with some non-brunch goers at the Blue Bar, where one of our friends was playing in the band. I saw one girl, Kate, get up and leave and thought it looked like a great option, so I did the same thing. I managed to convince Arz, the restaurant in my building, to let me in and begged them to serve me whatever they could come up with. Fortunately I eat there 5 times a week as it is, so they gave me my usual and I stayed and ate it there while they were cleaning up. The next day I got up nice and early, ran some errands, went grocery shopping at The Safestway, where I proceeded to spend a zillion dollars on imported American foods, such as Butterscotch chips for only $12 a bag. So necessary. I thought I would sit down on my couch, enjoy my $13 cottage cheese and watch Sex in the City. Next thing I know, I wake up and it's 5:30pm. I had slept for over 5 hours, I never sleep during the day. I called in sick to soccer and am only at work today because I have to do the ITBS testing. I already told my boss that I will be leaving the second testing is over tomorrow and I won't be in on Tuesday. It's ridiculous, I've been sick for about a month, but am in complete denial. Hopefully a couple of days off and I'll feel better... For now, back to work. No fun.