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Wednesday, August 31, 2005


Today was a stomach-pyrotechnics day. I woke up this morning feeling a bit queasy, so I stayed home from work. Then, I proceeded to have the trots all day (TMI, I know) and a general state of nausea. I called in sick, and felt kind of bad about that (not).

The good thing was that I finally started feeling a little better and met w/ my buddy Laura for lunch at the waterfront. Unfortunately, as soon as I ate the tummy started up again. Hell, when I was driving to class I was going around 70mph because I was close to shitting myself in the car. What a fun time! Then I sat around the school making frequent trips to the loo until class started, and my guts were completely empty.

Yeah, I'm ready for a good day.


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