My stomach hurts. Either it's the stomach flu or I'm reacting to the olive relish on my sandwich last night. I think it's the olive relish. Feel like I'm gonna die. Or hurl, which in many ways may be worse than death.
I've got a few hours before I have to go to work, and I'm going crazy. You know when you're sick and sort of queasy, you HAVE TO do something? I'm at an absolute loss. Usually, I'd turn on the TV and watch Lifetime movies until I felt better. But alas, no cable. Alas, no VCR. I suppose I'll go to Norman's apartment and use his VCR, actually. And call in to work.
My thousandth game of Tetris killed my appetite for video games, and reading a rather grotesque paragraph in my new Tom Robbins novel (something about cheap pork chops -- gahd bless, but that man has an imagination...) killed my appetite for comsuming anything OR reading... Guess it's up to Norman's VCR...
Love,