Soy un perdidor...

I finally played bingo yesterday. It was terribly exciting. But I lost. That made me kind of sad. But I got over it.

Bingo is way trickier than I could have ever imagined. They call the numbers so fast... and then they keep changing the rules every time you play a new card... and then sometimes they call two numbers at the same time... and there is so much going on... and it's so confusing... and I think I was a little bit overstimulated. This is not difficult to achieve for me, as situations often become too much for me to handle... like when I am talking to someone and a bird flies by and then I spot something shiny.

But man alive. The most impressive thing about bingo is the old ladies. They are so good at it. I don't know how you get good at bingo, but they are. They can have 12 cards in front of them and never miss a number whilst smoking a cigarette and drinking a soda. Very impressive indeed.

On a different note, I think I am getting sick again. That sucks ass. Haven't I been sick enough this year??? I mean, COME ON!!! Can't a girl catch a break?? Apparently not. I think I need to stay at home every night this week and sleep away my impending illness. I probably won't miss any work though, because I never, ever call in sick. I don't know why. I feel guilty or something. I went to work through 4 rounds of bronchitis and a displaced rib.

I'm like motherfuckin' Superman or something. He would not stay home if he had a cold either.