Selling Buicks

The bulk of today has been spent in bed. Around 6am, I woke up feeling sick. What followed was vomiting in intervals of 40min-1 hour. The odd part of this was that nothing was being vomited up except for saliva and water.

Finally, but about 1:30, I could actually drink water and keep it down. Now, Saint taogrl has brought me gatorade, since she was in the neighborhood.

Yes, indeed. I don't feel too spry.

A funny thing happened on the way from the Vomitorium

Well, at last, I feel much better. Fluids and a nap can do wonderful things for one's disposition.

At last, I've had one glass of water and one glass of gatorade slowly sipped, and no negative repercussions.

Now I am sipping chicken noodle soup, which tastes divine. My appetite has returned a bit, so I feel confident that I am on the road to recovery. I wonder what could have caused that? It certainly wasn't food poisoning, no one else from last night's dinner fell to this savage ailment.

Well, in 10.5 hours, I have my interview for the London job.