Went to lunch at Pho 70, got me the 35 (soup with egg noodles, shrimp and pork wontons and shredded pork) and a mocha bubble tea because I totally need the fat and calories. 2 hours later, completely nauseous and headachy. 4 hours later I’m in my car in a chilled sweat wondering if it’s a good idea to drive home. Dang, I hate when the slightly sketchy vietnamese restaurant makes you sick!
To top it all off, I found out that Mike Doughty’s doing a free concert in River Falls tomorrow! I totally want to go! David and I had afternoon and evening plans and he very graciously let me out of them, but I decided to stick with my plans. The sixth sense is saying shrugging on previous engagements to go to Wisconsin might be a bad idea. Well, the sixth sense is totally saying “stay the hell away from Wisconsin this weekend!!!!!”
Or something like that. I’ve learned to listen to my gut, even if my gut is spasming and roiling with southeast asian pain!
Also, I had a really fucked up dream about our commander in chief and I was totally going to convey it to you but then I realized that with all this patriot act bullshit I might actually find myself in some Kafka-esque nightmare, hidden away from sunlight and good food for the rest of my life. Dammit. I think the Irish Boy was right, we are losing it over here.
Okay, enough with the sick belly ramblings. I’m off to curl up on the sofa and die a little more.