People at work keep asking me how I'm feeling. They all know I've been dealing with the plague. I smile and try to look normal and say, "Oh, I'm feeling so much better!"
I feel bad lying to them, but "I wanna die" just doesn't seem like a very positive answer.
Anyway, over the weekend I got to throw up in the women's restroom at Chili's. Everywhere. And I will never go there again [much to Clinton's dismay].
When will I get to eat salad again? When will I get a full night's sleep? Will it ever end?
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