Written: December 1st, 2010
Rediscovered: February 13th, 2011
Location: petri dish
Physical state: questionable
Psychological state: questionable
The Village is getting smaller by the minute. I feel I’m being watched all the time. I’ve been sick this week and had to leave work early yesterday because did not want to risk vomiting on one of the high school students (even though that totally would have set the chatty buggers straight). By the time I arrived at the boarding school at the other side of the village, people greeted me with a strange look in their eye and some asked if I was feeling better and I swear, I swear one of them asked me to confirm if it was indeed me who almost passed out at the pharmacy yesterday, because as far as he knew I was the only Canadian in town and he heard that a Canadian almost passed out at the pharmacy, and at this point I think my fever started picking up again because I started panicking and thinking I was a bacterium in a petri dish, and everyone’s microscopes were turned to me and all my movements were measured and they were trying to stick a Canadian flag into my eye as part of some new tracking system… And when I started wondering if, being a bacterium, I even had an eye, I knew I had to lie down immediately. Which I did, because my apartment was only about five steps away. Oh the joys of living in a petri dish.