Things I Hate, pt. XI · 5:46pm
Food poisoning. From a hotdog, of course. At least it's a classic.
I spent all Sunday night throwing up every two hours, like clockwork. Since then I've had a single slice of pizza on Sunday, most of a sausage-and-egg sandwich on Monday, some toast, and this morning, a corn muffin that I could barely finish. I'm in this weird state where I'm both starving and don't want to eat anything ever again. Also I spent all of Sunday dehydrated to Hell and back; I drank an entire carton of apple juice, most of two Gatorade bottles, and a lot of water.
Never gonna have a hotdog from work ever again.
Worst part is that on Saturday I actually started getting some writing done again, but since my terrible, terrible Sunday night, I really haven't been in the mood for anything.