Tuesday, February 13, 2007
The Low-Down Meg Blues
Can you hear my day today? It's like an R.L. Burnside song, with a wailing harmonica, and, like, a dog or something. I'm not sad or anything, but man, I feel like crud. I woke up at 7:30 this morning because my stomach hurt, and at first I thought it was because Jupiter was jumping up and down on me (note to cat: I am not your freakin' trampoline, go feed yourself) but then I rolled over and realized it still felt like a rabid weasel was living in my large intestine and wanted out. And then I realized it was probably my stupidly complicated Japanese bowl thing that took me four hours and an emergency trip to Vons for soy sauce to cook yesterday and then wasn't very good. Anyway now the pain has stopped but I still feel all pale and shaky. Bleh. And it's my day off, so I can't even call in sick! I'm going to go eat a pile of starch and see if that makes me feel better.
P.S. Oh and I can't open my refrigerator because the remaining ingredients of yesterday's disaster are in there and they SMELL LIKE DEATH and then I turn green and have to run away. So, lunch is oatmeal and rice pilaf.
P.S. Oh and I can't open my refrigerator because the remaining ingredients of yesterday's disaster are in there and they SMELL LIKE DEATH and then I turn green and have to run away. So, lunch is oatmeal and rice pilaf.
