Saturday was the last performance of Working. Once we got into it, the whole thing flew by like nothing. I got all excited for the cast party and then spiked a fever during the second act of the last performance and ended up staying at the cast party long enough to eat a few snacks and then caught a ride home from the music director, fell into bed shivering and slept. Woke up the next morning and knew I wouldn't be able to stay at the apartment, so my mom came and picked me up. I stumbled out of the building all disoriented and weak and spent the day in bed in this hazy fever-dream state. The next day I tried to tough it out but after pretty much eating nothing for 48 hours because of nausea and not being able to sleep because of the cough I went to Urgent Care where they told me I have the flu after having me put on a gown and wait in a cold, bright room with a fever and a pounding headache for a couple hours.
I didn't really have time to miss the show at first, but now that I'm feeling better, I really do. And I'm pissed that I got so sick that I left there without saying goodbye to people and that I didn't get to stick around for most of the cast party. That sucked. Now I just need to find something else to keep me busy.
Hoping to have Josh over for lasagna this weekend. Angel's spending the night tomorrow night.