Well, I am not going to work tomorrow.

I've been feeling squiffy for a couple of days now and this afternoon I discovered one reason why it is bad to drink milk when you've been nauseous.

It's bad because when you finally do throw up, what comes out is a full glass worth of sour, nasty milk clumps.

Heh. I'm just a walking fountain of Too Much Information today, eh?

So I called and said I couldn't come in tomorrow because it's bad when you throw up and still feel so nauseous that the prospect of eating is a dizzyingly sickening one.

And yet I'm going down the street for dinner. Someone explain this to me.

I think maybe I'll call and cancel.

In fact, I think for sure I will.

Love,
Beth

P.s.
Ugh.

Love,
Beth

And don't you feel today, too?



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