- 4am (thanks to the EST to EDT change) - Arrived home from bar
- noonish - woke up, decided some breakfast might be good. Went to breakfast joint. Ordered breakfast. Ate one bite of egg, one bite of potatoes, one bite of biscuit/gravy, and one piece of bacon then called it quits in fear of vomitus.
- 1pm - returned to couch
- Napped, watched bad Sunday TV, napped some more, drank some lemonade
- 4pm - cut off beard with clippers
- Returned to couch for more napping
- 6pm - ordered Chinese food
- Attempted to eat a little soup. Pretty much had two spoonfuls of the broth. Went back to the couch
- 8pm - Simpsons begin. Fall asleep.
- 9:15pm - wake up, eat a small plate of rice and noodles from Chinese food
- 10pm - in bed
So as you can see, a pretty wholesome day. It's always bad when I don't/can't eat. That's never a good sign whether it's hangover, germ or mental related.
Today I woke up, still feeling not so great. I ate today, but my stomach is still less than happy with me. I'm sure there are other organs equally as mad too. They're just waiting to let me know at a later date I'm guessing. Probably with some sort of failure or cancer or something.
Anyway, I may need some time off before doing that sort of thing again. Yikes. But there were some laughs and some ridiculous photos and then additional laughs so maybe it was all worth it.
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