This is for the benefit of all you new folks who have been ushered in by Uncle and Tam – though it’s nice to occasionally let the folks who’ve been putting up with me for far longer know what’s going on, too. ;-)
I seem to have either gotten some mild food poisoning, or contracted one of those 24-hour stomach bugs. Or my milk’s expiration date isn’t actually November 1, as it says.
Whatever the reason, I feel really horrible right now, and will be likely sleeping and farting around (not necessarily literally, but you never know) my dorm room, reading and whatnot for the rest of the day, waiting for TB to get here with some sort of sugar-free clear soda that I can sip. Water keeps coming back up.
Wheat Thins, strangely enough, seem to want to stay down. So huzzah for being able to EAT something!
I scared the cleaning lady in our communal bathroom earlier. I would have laughed if it wasn’t for why I scared her (driving the porcelain bus, for me, always sounds like someone being murdered while suffering from tuberculosis, which is my most attractive feature, I think, because it means I’ll never be bulimic!). I’m sure she feels that she doesn’t get paid enough for this shit.