Tuesday,
February 29, 2000

No, I haven't run off with David Duchovny or won the lottery -- you're still stuck with me.

I hurt so badly. Yesterday morning I woke up around 6:30 am with the worse nausea in the world. Guess what followed after that?

Yes, it's. . .A Morning of Barfing! Thrill as Melanie staggers to the bathroom and watches everything she's eaten in the last 24 hours come back up with a vengeance! Watch in awe as she bursts blood vessels in her eyes! Sympathize as she clutches her stomach, certain that she's ruptured various muscle groups from the violence of her upheavals!

And no, I don't have the faintest idea what caused it -- I'm assuming some sort of stomach bug, as I've been feeling queasy on and off all weekend. What amazed me was when Blonde Ambition asked me -- on Friday -- if I'd be in on Monday to change the project pages back to active (one of our main databases was corrupted last weekend and all related tools had to be disactivated until it was fixed). "You won't be sick or anything, will you?" she twittered.

HOW DID SHE KNOW?

It doesn't matter anyway because I reactivated the pages on Sunday, but how did she know I would be laid low on Monday? Could I be working with --

dah dah dummmm

Psychic Manager?!?

What a frightening thought.

In any case, I spent the morning throwing up, then the afternoon whimpering and trying not to throw up any more while Tina dashed off to the store for Sprite. Dozing helped, but it was kind of hard to drift off when my entire body felt like it had been beaten with big, pointed sticks (my thighs hurt. Why the hell did my thighs hurt -- I didn't do anything with them other than stand over the toilet).

There was one weird thing -- for some reason, I had this long, vague dream about making a web-based tool for this lesbian organization, and after I delivered it they wanted me to change it from horizontal processing to vertical processing. I honestly don't know what the hell that means, but it involved turning the GUI on its side. If anyone's into dream interpretation, I welcome your input on this one.

I'm not excessively nauseated anymore, thank God, but I still ache like a bitch since I haven't eaten since Sunday, so I can't take any painkillers until I eat something (and I'm sure it'll stay down). And I must admit, I'm sporting a big ol' "Fuck it all" attitude right now (I'm at work, can you guess?)

Can I just curl up into a fetal ball now, please?

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