Barf Retch Spew

I was really sick over the weekend. I still feel as though I’d eaten something from here:

It’s a smelly dumpster in an alley that I walk by every day on my way to work. Yuck.

I was barfing my head off yesterday and, frankly, I’m still afraid to eat anything. I’m a little woozy. I bet if I were to watch any of the Top Ten Movie Barf Scenes I’d be back at it again. *Urp*

The flu sucks. For my various symptoms I have Imodium (you don’t want to know), and Tylenol (headache) to get me through my work day. But I don’t have any Gravol which is probably what I need the most.

Finally, the company that manages the building I work in is remodelling the bathrooms on this floor. So I have to go downstairs either via elevator or stairwell (which may or may not be locked) to be sick. I hope the janitor doesn’t mind cleaning up puke.

I know, you’re thinking, “Why didn’t you stay home?” I have no sick days left. Argh. Anyway, I’m here and a little green around the gills.