Oh my kittens.
I have been ill.
But we will get to that in a minute. First let’s talk about what I ate on Tuesday.
Breakfast was a chess square.
For lunch, I had half of this veggie sandwich.
Then I went to the gym.
Then we ordered Thai food and I drank some prosecco and watched a documentary with my sister.
I painted my nails and had an all around lovely evening.
I went to bed happy and sleepy.
AT THREE IN THE MORNING.
But first, some foreshadowing.
It’s like I was ASKING to vomit.
I was mocking those who had vomited and making light of vomiting itself (which is no joke).
So obviously, at 3 AM (I must have been lonely) I puked my intestines out.
What’s funny is that when I first woke up, quite nauseated, I was still half-dreaming. In this dream, I was trying to talk reason into some racist commenters. My thought process was “These people are so racist they’re making me sick! I’ll put them in their place and then I’ll feel better.” Several minutes later, I realized that NOPE I was going to vomit really soon and it had nothing to do with racism on the internet.
Post-puking, I just shivered and whined for several hours.
I tried to go to work in the morning, but Sean was like “nah.”
So I went back to bed and slept until 4 PM.
Then I ate these things:
Then I went back to bed at 9 PM.
I feel better(ish) today.