Tragic

This afternoon, I drove myself to the studio and met Jane and Christian for lunch.  
Lunch is usually the best part of the day because I emerge from my room/bed, 
force myself to get dressed and into the studio. 
 I'm still not able to teach.  I'm still so sick, and unfortunately,

the way the studio smells pushes me over the edge.  

It's such a tragedy.
 But I can usually get a few bites of food in me.
Except today I threw it up.
Do you want to hear something else tragic?

Dr. Pepper doesn't even sound good.