Work was annoying today, not necessarily because it was work, but because I throwed up twice. Right now, I’m hoping to not make it thrice. Shortly after noon, I was standing around doing nothing — our modus operandi in the ‘Lab — when a cold sweat engulfed my body. I felt a familiar lurching in my stomach, and made haste to the restroom, nearly bowling over a manager in the process. Then during lunch, I threw up at Wendy’s. Afterwards I went to get a frosty ’cause, y’know, the rest of my spicy chicken sandwich seemed so appealing from that point on. The lady gave it to me for free since she felt pity for me. Man, let me tell you: there is no better food than free pity food. After that, I just felt vaguely nauseous the rest of the day. So what am I getting ready to do, since I’ve felt pukey all day?
I’m going drinking.
It’s Ryan and Laura’s birthday today (they turned 21), so to celebrate we’re going to this complete dive in the Oregon District named Sloopy’s. I’m not driving, so I can get as inebriated as I like. It should be a diverting time, so long as there is no vomiting on my part.
My fingers are crossed.
JAB
Threw up!
I know, B. I just revel in saying “throwed up.” There’s a sort of intoxicating high — so I’ve heard — in saying certain words and phrases incorrectly.
JAB
Yeah, we all know that that turned out well for you… I got pity food today as well as I was not charged for my soup and drink at O’Charley’s when I discovered I still couldn’t eat that much due to my continued recovery from last night.