I don't remember eating brocolli...

I'm kinda into titles now.
Anyway, yeah, I'm sick. God, I don't know why you hate me, but please leave me alone. It was weird. I got off the bus and began walking home, feeling ever more queasy. I felt dizzy and stopped, threw my head back, and looked at the sky. It was so blue. Amazingly blue. It made me cry. Then I doubled over and threw up on someone's lawn. I don't really remember what happened then, but when I sort of snapped out of my delerium, I was lying in the snow on the lawn, and a middle-aged man was there. He asked me where I lived and I just sort of pointed. He helped me up, gave me his coat, picked up my stuff and walked me home. And when I say walked, I mean he dragged me, because I kept stumbling and tripping. When I was at the door he made sure I was awake enough to unlock the door and turn off the alarm. I thanked him via mumbling and gave him back his coat. I then went upstairs and brushed my teeth.
So that was almost nice. Not the puking bit, the "Oh my God, a complete stranger gave a rats ass about me, and after I threw up on his lawn." bit. I shall have to make him a gift basket.