I just got back from seeing Showgirls with Yevgeny. It was absolutely hilarious, everybody was cracking up and drinking 40s. I forgot to eat before I left home, so I had some pizza at this place a few blocks down. It is most uncomfortably lying on my stomach right now.
I know I should sleep, but it’s one of those nights where I just can’t. I didn’t realize that Showgirls is like two and a half hours long, so it’s 4 a.m.
I should just lie down and hope the nausea subsides.
UPDATE:
So it’s 8 a.m. the next day, and wow. I’ve been puking all night, every hour or two, and I’ve puked up that whole pizza. I feel so dehydrated and drained. There’s few things I like less than vomiting. The thing is, when you’ve been drinking vomiting isn’t so bad because you’re already drunk. Vomiting sober is ten times as terrible.
But I took a hot shower and I think I might be able to actually fall asleep. Fuck you, food poisoning.
Categories: Ennui