I just lost my entire weekend. To food poisoning. Goddamnit!

I love Thai food. Love it.

There's a Thai restaurant across the street from where I work. Sometmes when I feel like rewarding myself, I go grab one of their lunch specials.

Last time I ate there, oh, 4 or 5 months ago, I had a tofu veggie plate. I ended with a gastrointestinal distress (to put it politely). Maybe it was the food, maybe it was a 24-hour bug.

Friday, I went with chicken basil. I've spent the entire weekend since Friday borderline sick with serious gastrointestinal distress.

I could've gone to the movies yesterday, except that when I wasn't worshipping the porcelin throne, I was sleeping off the ick.

Today I had volunteered to pull invasive species out of the Charles River. I mean, four hours in a canoe getting muddy out on the open water doing my bit for the native environment. I was looking forward to it! The minute I put something in my mouth just so I'd have something in my stomach before going out on the water turned into *bleck* in very short order.

So here I am, in my apartment, sticking close to the bathroom.

I. Am. Pissed.

My whole damn weekend shot to hell. And it's a beautiful weekend, too.

The only positive about my day is now I've got time to go through my millionth re-review of my Remix story before the archive unlocks later today.

And, as per usual before the Remix unlocks, I'm convinced that:

• My remix story is going to cause wank. None of my remixes have ever caused wank, except this year I'm more convinced than ever that it will.
  
  
• No one will read it except my remixee. I suspect that I'll actually be right about that this year.
  
  
• I'm out of my mind for trying to pull off what I did. The proof is definitely in the end result. I'm not entirely sure what I was thinking.
  

Don't get me wrong. I actually like the end result. I'm just not so sure that anyone else will.

Needless to say, I'd still rather be in a canoe pulling river weeds.

Blech.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go bang my head against a wall in frustration.

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