Sick as a dog.

I pledge never to eat on that crappy buffet again. Nor will I ever eat a truckload of pizza when my stomach is upset.
My eating habits have become more and more reckless with time. I don't like to blame others for my mistakes, but I'm pretty certain my estranged companion has influenced me in the worst ways. I would never have considered eating a pack of cookies for lunch at 5pm before the whole adventure.
You'd expect that from someone who can't stand lettuce or anything that isn't made of sugar, flour or milk. Not from me, nope.
So here's what you get! I mean, not that I could ever complain about the day off at work, and sleeping till 1pm. Just all the aching and practically moving my room to the restroom isn't that great.