Damn. Something I ate or inhaled or something is making my stomach cramp and gurgle before requiring me to hit the ladies room yet again.
I don't think I'm contagious, I'm inclined to think food poisoning, albeit mild.
Which is just what I needed. I'm taking tomorrow off to get stuff ready for the 4th of July party, and I honestly didn't want to spend a day recuperating from ass-on-fire.
My joints hurt, and that says low-grade fever, but I couldn't tell you where a thermometer is to check.
Not that it matters - I'm due at Rumours Wine Bar in 15 minutes to meet a friend I haven't seen since February. Well, I'm foshdef skinnier than I was, and the volcanic bile I've been off-loading hasn't hurt.
So, a quick wine-snack-chat, then back to the house for laundry and list-making.
Let us have a quick moment of silence for my innards.
Amen.
I don't think I'm contagious, I'm inclined to think food poisoning, albeit mild.
Which is just what I needed. I'm taking tomorrow off to get stuff ready for the 4th of July party, and I honestly didn't want to spend a day recuperating from ass-on-fire.
My joints hurt, and that says low-grade fever, but I couldn't tell you where a thermometer is to check.
Not that it matters - I'm due at Rumours Wine Bar in 15 minutes to meet a friend I haven't seen since February. Well, I'm foshdef skinnier than I was, and the volcanic bile I've been off-loading hasn't hurt.
So, a quick wine-snack-chat, then back to the house for laundry and list-making.
Let us have a quick moment of silence for my innards.
Amen.
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