For the past few months I’ve been trying to drop a stubborn two pounds that has resisted all manner of diet and exercise. Yesterday I got lucky – I woke up with the stomach flu from Hell. Mission accomplished in 24 hours.
I dare say my body looks perfect now, assuming I always wanted to look like an albino Golem with spectacles and a bad case of the sweats. I spent most of yesterday rolled into a ball and trying to keep the cat from licking me.
I’m generally not inclined to take a day off for illness. My philosophy is that it will hurt just as much whether I’m working or not, so I might as well get something done. But apparently there is some theoretical limit to how much undesirable material can spew out of one person’s body. Drawing a comic and writing a blog post would have put me way over the cap.
Today I’m much better. And by much better I mean it still feels like a Clydesdale is kicking me in the stomach every ten seconds but he’s starting to get tired. And that means I need your help for today’s blog.
What’s the strangest coincidence that ever happened to you? I remember one day in my twenties when I was at home, hanging out with one of my best friends here in California, and the phone rang. It was one of my best friends from college in upstate New York. I figured I’d introduce them via phone. It turns out they were in the same class in high school in New Jersey. They knew each other. What were the odds of that?
Your turn.