What's with today today?
So weird. I walked to work in a good mood because it's sunny and I had Ted Leo on the iPod, and the office is going out for my birthday lunch today, and I'm going to see Rhett tonight... And about an hour ago, Nicky came up to my office and I told her how I was so happy today, and it felt like the first day in a string of a few weeks' worth of fun.
Not ten minutes later, my stomach started eating itself from the inside and I ran downstairs to puke up my Dunkaccino. And then sat on the couch in the downstairs office for 20 minutes or so, wanting to die while Dalton asked if he should take me to the hospital.
And now, knock on wood, it has passed and I'm feeling okay again. I think I was just being punished for my irrepressible (I thought) optimism. That or I was poisoned by Dunkies, which would be really stupid of them since I'm practically their best customer.
Not ten minutes later, my stomach started eating itself from the inside and I ran downstairs to puke up my Dunkaccino. And then sat on the couch in the downstairs office for 20 minutes or so, wanting to die while Dalton asked if he should take me to the hospital.
And now, knock on wood, it has passed and I'm feeling okay again. I think I was just being punished for my irrepressible (I thought) optimism. That or I was poisoned by Dunkies, which would be really stupid of them since I'm practically their best customer.