sigelphoenix

I think going out for happy hour last night wasn't the greatest idea. I woke up in the middle of the night feeling sick and in pain. I'm still getting over it at this point, though I've improved. I've almost eaten an entire can of soup without my body rejecting it. Of course, being my body, it is very indecisive about the whole thing, and wibbles back and forth as to whether it will let me digest or not. So no risk of violent rejection right now, just a lot of uncomfortable physical displeasure. (Yes, I am indecisive down to my organs.)

However, it is almost suspiciously convenient that I felt totally fine all day Saturday, when I gorged myself on seafood and steak, and all day Sunday, when I ate my weight in junk food, and only got sick the night before a day when I had nothing planned. This means that I got to enjoy my Valentine's double date with shadawyn and irishninja at Salty's, the Warmakers slumber party at jack_grimm's, and the Warmakers adventure itself. And I'm not even missing any work by staying home because it's a national holiday.

Hmm.

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