Food Poisoning Sucks
May. 2nd, 2002 01:54 amSpent the last 24 hours puking with sore joints. Never buying hamburger at the Renton QFC again. May not have the desire to eat hamburger again for a bit. Kicked in at the club around 12:30 Tuesday night/Wednesday morning. Played an interminably long game of pool as I knew as soon as it was over I was going to have to look at the contents of my stomach. Feeling too sick to inhale nicotine besides which my throat feels rust coated. Had to call in sick at my stupid occasionally paying job. Oh darn. Had to sleep a lot today. May not be able to write too much as all my joints and muscles are still kind of sore including my forearm and wrist. Stayed in bed watching the Empire Strikes Back for a bit. Passed out while waiting for laundry to be done. 2am. Obviously not going out tonight. Had soup earlier. Kept it down. Thank god. Digestion took too much out of me. Had to nap. Kind of nice to be so out of it can't think very well. All the stupid stuff that was driving me nuts is obviously not important. Just survival. I think I don't smell very good. And that's AFTER bathing. Ick... Just not on top of it. Not a time to exercise brain on my future and my plans. I guess. I just wonder how do you live in the moment and still plan ahead? Or be responsible? What the fuck ever. Live don't analyze. Unless you get paid to. Then just do it at work.