food poisoning, and a slight ammendment
And now I am recovering.
My weekend was everything that I wanted it to be for a while. The bottle of Merlot went down nicely, and things were going very smoothly. El Manko was not in the best of moods to begin with, but niether was I, so we were broody, sullen, and watched bad television for a while. But things seemed to perk up, particularly after the Faulty Towers injection. And not much sleep was had, but that is another story entirely.
But then disaster struck. We are of the belief that food poisoning was the culprit, from my generously shouted lunch. (And on that note, I was pleasantly surprised to find a nice little acknowledgment for my services on saturday. It made me feel a lot better) So I awoke to nausea and hallucinations and fitful blocks of sleep, and then proceeded to empty the contents of my stomach repeatedly, complete with shivering, that horrible clammy feeling, and the pissy and emotional tears that always seem to go with the inherent helplessness I end up feeling from being sick. But El Manko was a darling about it, and was very comforting. Fortunately, I recovered comparatively quickly, and have hopefully slept off the worst of it.
Nothing much else exciting has been happening. I sketched some roughs for a couple of paintings, and a silly little illustration from a stream of conciousness distracto-ramble, courtesy of El Manko. One of the sketches isn't working too well, I seem to have too much on one side of the composition. But we shall see how it all pans out.
My weekend was everything that I wanted it to be for a while. The bottle of Merlot went down nicely, and things were going very smoothly. El Manko was not in the best of moods to begin with, but niether was I, so we were broody, sullen, and watched bad television for a while. But things seemed to perk up, particularly after the Faulty Towers injection. And not much sleep was had, but that is another story entirely.
But then disaster struck. We are of the belief that food poisoning was the culprit, from my generously shouted lunch. (And on that note, I was pleasantly surprised to find a nice little acknowledgment for my services on saturday. It made me feel a lot better) So I awoke to nausea and hallucinations and fitful blocks of sleep, and then proceeded to empty the contents of my stomach repeatedly, complete with shivering, that horrible clammy feeling, and the pissy and emotional tears that always seem to go with the inherent helplessness I end up feeling from being sick. But El Manko was a darling about it, and was very comforting. Fortunately, I recovered comparatively quickly, and have hopefully slept off the worst of it.
Nothing much else exciting has been happening. I sketched some roughs for a couple of paintings, and a silly little illustration from a stream of conciousness distracto-ramble, courtesy of El Manko. One of the sketches isn't working too well, I seem to have too much on one side of the composition. But we shall see how it all pans out.