So I woke up about 2:00 A.M. on Saturday morning feeling really sick to my stomach, and from there it went downhill very fast. I spent the whole day throwing up every ten minutes. I guess my stomach not only wanted to get rid of anything in it, but it also decided that there was no way it was even going to tolerate the idea of something going down. The moral of the story is, don't eat bad sphagetti sauce.
Well that sounds... lovely. I remember I got food poisoning from some bad fish and chips in Marlow a couple of years ago. Served us right for searching for fish and chips in the posh district, I guess...
Ow, I'm sorry CDRW. I hope you get better soon. And then everyone takes the mick of me 'cos I am relgious with keeping food in their dates and properlly packaged etc.
I'm pretty sure that's what happened. And here's something else it caused. I woke up yesterday at 8:00 P.M. and thought it was 8:00 A.M., so I called in sick to work. Later I found out it was actually night, so I assumed I missed all of Monday somehow. Then I got to work this morning and asked if anybody had done anything on my job yesterday. "Do you mean yesterday Sunday, or yesterday Friday?" I also accidentally arrived for work a half hour early.
