Sick in the ass pit

Guess what...I got sick again. AGAIN. It happened so suddenly. Last night I was shivering on my futon mattress sniffling into Chris' sleeping bag and fighting of chills and a fever. That's right, I don't even have a real bed to be sick and sweaty on. Funny thing is I didn't feel any hints that this was coming on. Today I feel much better but my throat is sore and my chest in congested.

About New Mexico, specifically Farmington: I don't know about this place. It's not very aesthetically pleasing and there's a high rate of cancer, possibly because oil is such a big thing here and people don't seem to be as environmentally concerned as they should be. Which leads me to my next rant: Gas in this ass pit* is $1.99! OK, I can understand paying more than $2 for gas when I lived in Hawaii (a place whose beauty I am really learning to appreciate) since everybody there pretty much accepted that we were paying more to get the stuff shipped over. But here I am in New Mexico, Farmington New Mexico, where oil is practically gushing from the land or so I've heard, and I'm still paying almost $2 for gas.

* I will try to refrain from speaking so negatively about my new home (new home, hopefully not for too long) as it is neat to be somewhere new and different. That said, it is still an ass pit. If you've been here and disagree, you've probably never been to Hawaii.