crabbiness

i threw up last night

how's that for a starter?

i ate seafood chimichangas and threw up 4 hours later.

so hereby i swear, no seafood chimichangas ever again. i will not be seduced by the words "crab" "whitefish" or "shrimp" combined with "avocado" "tortilla" "fried" or "sour cream"

today has been a little rocky but much better. especially with kern's peach nectar. mmm peaches.

monk was very supportive and probably would have held my hair but i made him leave while i threw up.

(also my hair is short and doesn't need holding). throwing up feels very private.

we now are proud (ok he is) owners of a Baby Q. like how i co-opt his belongings now? it was his famly birthday present and now i'm going to grill EVERY SINGLE THING I EAT EVER. yes. i even mean grilled cheerios and grilled oranges and grilled rice cakes.

not that i ever eat rice cakes. gross.

have i mentioned how not ready i am to run a half marathon?

dinner with a girlfriend tonight. i don't seem to have a lot of one on one time with people all that often so this will be nice.

friday ..mountain bound!

this past week there has been a crazy flood of bettering communication. it's pretty awesome.

i think i'll avoid crab for awhile.

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