Current mood:	nauseated
Current music:	The White Stripes - In the Cold, Cold Night

Nausea compounds nausea
Monday: I open a bottle of grape juice and take a big swig, only to immediately cross my eyes and wish I wasn't at my desk. I swallowed, because spewing juice across my work computer would be a breach of etiquette; specifically, I swallowed juice that had definitely fermented in its unopened, well-before-expiry-date bottle. The sour alcoholic taste wasn't fun, but even worse was the fact that, when I went to pour it out in the breakroom's sink, several small chunks of whitish fungus detached from the bottom of the bottle. Welch's, are you trying to convince me never to drink juice ever again?

Tuesday: While I was driving home from work, John ordered us chinese food. I enjoyed a large, satisfying meal of sweet and sour chicken, and everything was right with the world until about midnight or so. After an extended and hazy interval of misery, vomiting, and my cats looking very concerned by the fact that mommy is apparently expiring before their very eyes, I concluded that the chicken had not agreed with me. Proof was offered in the fact that I was not able to sleep or stop being miserable until there was none left in me. China Wok! I thought we were friends!

Wednesday: I hauled myself out of bed, battling the aftermath of my chicken-induced distress, and somehow made it in to work anyway. There, I discovered that I'd forgotten that today was the day I was scheduled to go to lunch with my boss. I managed not to ruin the lunch, but was lectured on the evils of bulimia by a middle-aged woman who witnessed my bathroom dash afterward.

Today: Having finally eaten an entire meal without disaster the night before, I was unsuspecting of further edible shenanigans. But, alas, as I was enjoying my Carnation Instant Breakfast (breakfast of champions, and people who are too lazy for solid food), without warning a chunk of something very solid went down my throat. I performed an impressive maneuver incorporating gagging, capping, and making a three-point basket into the garbage can with my bottle.

YES, THANK YOU, I GET IT. I'M FASTING.