well that's just sick

so the show went well--a good time was had by all, i daresay.

the chaos didn't begin until i got home.

somewhere between the hours of two and three a.m. my body decided it would be a reaallllly good idea to turn itself inside out. which would have made sense if i'd had a lot to drink in the evening preceding. but, in my experience, three glasses of wine over a period of five hours is not an invitation to spend many hours slumped on the floor communing with the porcelain god.

i kept thinking "okay, this is just something i'll have to get out of my system, i'll be fine for work in the morning."

not so.

the magic hour rolls around and i'm barely able to stand up, except to make one final, fevered dash to the bathroom. while shivering on the floor at that point, i made the executive decision to stay home from work.

which means i'm going to have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow, trying to convince that lot (who were almost all present at the show) that no, i was not at home in an alcohol-induced stupor today. i am legitimately fever-sick.

ah well. either way, i'm going to feel like a shmuck.

in the meantime, however, i'm going to make one brief expedition to procure myself some ginger ale and some chicken soup--mom's magic cure-alls for an iffy stomach. and then i'm going to curl up on the couch and alternately nap and watch copious quantities of TV. and then i'm going to sleep more. yeah.

and i apologize if this entry was a little bit too much information for y'all.

blame it on the delirium of ill.

i feel gross.