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I hate you betty crocker

Sunday nite I was looking for something in the house to have for dinner. I came across a box of scalloped potatoes that had been in there for a very long time. I mean a LONG time! But it is boxed food, how can it go bad I told myself. So I made it. It didn’t really taste very good. I watched some TV and went to bed. During the nite, I woke up with a terrible stomach ache. I felt like I had to throw up, but nothing would come out. This kept me up most of the nite. Finally when the alarm went off, I got up, and then threw up, msg’d work to say I wasn’t coming in, and then threw up some more. Damn those things nearly killed me. I felt like shit the rest of the day and slept half of it, and only ate bread and pretzels all day. What was funny though was that a friend from work called me around 5:30pm and asked if I was in at all that day, to which I said no. He and another worker swore they saw me there that day. They hallucinated me! I found it funny that they are seeing ghosts of me while I’m not there.

I’m back at work today. I kept down breakfast so far, but I still feel kind of out of it. As long as I am back to normal for the CURLUPANDDIE show then all will be fine. That show is this friday and I expect all of you, my friends, to be at the fireside bowl for it at 7pm. Pre-show potbellys will commence at around 6:30.



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