I had to call off the 2nd date with the Beefy guy from the gym today. I wasn’t feeling too hot and didn’t think barfing on him would be attractive.
It started last night. My tummy was a little upset and making weird noises, even for me. This morning I woke up feeling icky as all hell and tried to seduce the pain away by going back to sleep. Noon roles around and I crawl from the crypt only feeling slightly less icky.
The day wears on and I make the best of it. I did make it out for a couple small errands an a Starbucks run. Late afternoon finds me squatting over the porcelain god blowing chucks for Jesus. Two hours later my low-grade fever breaks. An hour after that I feel almost right as rain and hungry! Fast forward one more hour and you find me inhaling a burrito, a taco, and leftover brussel sprouts. I know, not the best combo
Currently, I’m propped up in bed with the laptop killing off my future children in my loins. I’m gonna play F.E.A.R. 2 for a while and then call it a day.
Oh, I think I also offended a friend today. He asked me a question and I didn’t really censure my response. He got both barrels of my blunt opinion. I didn’t mean to come off so crass. Oh well, I’ll apologize tomorrow.
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