Protests, Fish Poop, and Puking

This week has been CRAZED. One of those that at moments flies by so quickly you aren't sure just what is going on, then at other moments drags out so long you are pretty tempted to poke out both of your eyeballs with the nearest sharp object. 

I worked the first three days of the week at a trade show. I was the representative, and the people there were great. Aquaculturists, love our paper. They work in the water, so they know the value of it. If they hadn't seen it when I did show the how it worked, they were amazed and excited and a couple tried to kiss me like I was the one who invented it. 

While at the trade show there was of course a protest. PETA came around lunchtime and laid on the sidewalk to protest the conference. It was hysterical only because they came half naked and painted as MERMAIDS, and no one could figure out what they were protesting. Also the "protest" drew more old men taking pictures of the exposed painted green breasts than it did of people who supported them. If you are going to protest something - like fish farming - at least show up as a REAL CREATURE that pertains to the conference/trade show. Don't show up looking like some whack job on crack who is a performance artist or something, no one will know what you are really there for. 

Once finished with the show and back at the office it was apparent that I was not well...the office was spinning, it was all I could do to keep my eyes open and then the headache hit. I went home early. Upon waking up today I spent an hour puking, and then attempting to take something to stop it. Nothing worked, so I went back to bed and slept. And slept and slept and slept. 

Now I am upright and trying not to hallucinate from the lack of caffeine. I am hoping this passes quickly. So much for that stupid flu shot I got...it did nothing to prevent me from getting the flu after all.