A long and sticky evening

I got back from a meeting last night when a goofy friend of mine started scratching (literally) at my door. Whilst in the hallway talking to him (all right, I tried to tackle him first. He's wise to stealth), another friend practically crawled out of her room, paler than a ghost, trying to find me. Apparently she'd been calling my phone, but I hadn't been anywhere near it to answer. She had every intention of waking me up because she felt like absolute crap and needed/wanted someone to keep her company and take care of her.

So the next four hours were spent on the floor of my friend's bathroom. I didn't mind, because 1) I firmly believe that no one should every have to suffer the agony of puking their guts out all by themselves, and 2) I didn't have to be anywhere today until noon. So it's not like I had to get up early. Poor Maggie. She was in a bad way most of the night. She's doing much better this morning. I really hope it wasn't the flu; she and I had shared a soy milk earlier in the day and I was up to my elbows in everything last night. Either way, if it's the flu, I'm doomed. It was a long and sticky night.