eugh

Friday afternoon, i was not feeling very good. i had some symphonic bowels.. loudly so, like Marche Slave finale loud.. with some cannon shots from time to time.. i can't say exactly where it came from, but i had the feeling if i didn't behave it would get worse. i had social obligations of course, so i could not behave. in fact i tried hard within that framework to behave and preemtively herbify myself, but to no avail. adding insult to injury, there was a potato in my pot pie at dinner. anyway. i tried to ahve a good time anyway, but around 8 am the next morning i was a mess. i decided to drive home and recover as much as i could before coming back down for day two of the social obligations. of course i just got worse. so bad that i was throwing up by mid-afternoon. i called my mom for some help.. but she was in seattle, still, she offered to pick up Cat so i wouldnt' have to. that was very cool. Cat got a ride home with Juan, and another big Thank you to Juan, then Cat brought me some nourishing foods, and i started on the road to recovery. well, today i am much better. i still tread gingerly with the food.. keeping in mind i wanted to be extra careful, but i figure 24 hours is a pretty quick stomach thing.. so i done good. and there's still one more day of my weekend.. ugh.. i just lost a three day weekend.. boo. ok. enough complaining.