This week started out so well (if you consider Sunday evening the start), but everything has gone downhill since. It really went south on Tuesday. On that day I suspect that I ate some ham that had gone bad. And with the damage I did to my stomach on the Sunday run, I was out of it by late afternoon. I felt queasy and thought I would throw up at any moment. I got home safely and went straight to bed. (It was 15% off at the grocery store and I missed that. Curses!)
On Wednesday I stayed home from work. I kept thinking I would throw up, but I never did. Not for lack of trying. I suspect I might have vomited if I had had any food in my stomach. But you actually need to eat to do that. In the evening I was able to start functioning a bit. So I started cleaning up the place in anticipation of the party.
On Thursday I was able to get back to work. My stomach wasn’t entirely pleased with me, and I could only eat a small lunch. (That and the soup I had bought from the cafe downstairs was bloody awful.) That didn’t end the problems though. Due to anecdotal evidence I had found that not many people could make an After-flood party on Friday, so I moved it to Thursday. So after work I raced around to buy stuff for the horde of people who would come. I bought beer that I will never drink. I also bought a Karaoke machine (because they are fun) with the idea that I could return it the next day. Then I got home and finished up the cleaning.
A grand total of five people showed up. I’m chalking it up as a learning experience. Announce a party further in advance.
Today my stomach continued to mock me. I think it has shrunk to half the size. I can’t eat a full meal anymore.
The final candle on the week came when someone in the improv class announced to everyone he knows via email that he has been accepted to go onto the next level of improv. Since I have not gotten any similar message I can only assume that I failed the class. And they didn’t have the decency to tell me.
So excuse me if I’m not the most buoyant today.