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Ugh, just had what I think might be the worst vomiting session ever.
Cut, since most probably don't want to read the rest of this pointless post.
Finished eating the caesar salad, chicken fettacine alfredo, then cake and ice cream my mother had made.
About 20 minutes later threw it back up.
The bad parts were that I must not have drank enough liquid with the meal, because the vomitus felt like Play-Doh squeezing out of my throat, and I actually and to bit it off and then spit out the chunks remaining.
The worse part was that I could still clearly taste the meal I had eaten, but in reverse order. The first couple heaves tasted like cake and ice cream, the next like the pasta, and the last couple salad.
It was the nightmare version of that full-course meal chewing gum from Willy Wonka.
Other than that, today the guy at some car audio place in Vancouver replaced some fuse in Lorne's car and made the CD player work.
We had spent at least 2 hours the night before trying to fix the wiring harness we thought we had spliced wrong.
Cut, since most probably don't want to read the rest of this pointless post.
Finished eating the caesar salad, chicken fettacine alfredo, then cake and ice cream my mother had made.
About 20 minutes later threw it back up.
The bad parts were that I must not have drank enough liquid with the meal, because the vomitus felt like Play-Doh squeezing out of my throat, and I actually and to bit it off and then spit out the chunks remaining.
The worse part was that I could still clearly taste the meal I had eaten, but in reverse order. The first couple heaves tasted like cake and ice cream, the next like the pasta, and the last couple salad.
It was the nightmare version of that full-course meal chewing gum from Willy Wonka.
Other than that, today the guy at some car audio place in Vancouver replaced some fuse in Lorne's car and made the CD player work.
We had spent at least 2 hours the night before trying to fix the wiring harness we thought we had spliced wrong.