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Damn. You. Pei Wei.
Oct. 7th, 2004 01:05 amWell I thought I had been wrong. Maybe it wasn't the food she had eaten earlier that made my Mom do the Technicolor Yawn. Maybe I was naseous for some other reason. 'Cause I managed to drift off without heaving me chicken into the porcelein volcano god.
Nope. Hour, hour and half after nodding away I'm awoken with a desperate need to move! And move now, unless I wanted a much ickier clean up job.
Ugh.
I'm glad I'm half blind without my glasses 'cause I did NOT want to see what was making that return ascent.
EDIT: May not have been the Pei Wei. Could have been the bag of carrots. Still feeling kind of rotten.
Nope. Hour, hour and half after nodding away I'm awoken with a desperate need to move! And move now, unless I wanted a much ickier clean up job.
Ugh.
I'm glad I'm half blind without my glasses 'cause I did NOT want to see what was making that return ascent.
EDIT: May not have been the Pei Wei. Could have been the bag of carrots. Still feeling kind of rotten.
