So, Thursday night Scotty, Kenny, Chad, Carissa, and I went and saw Talib Kweli in concert. We didn't get home till 1:30 am and I had to wake up early to go buy donuts the following day for a potluck at work.
Friday morning, I woke up feeling more tired than ever and managed to make it to the donut store before getting to work. I bought a dozen and made sure my favorite was in there (chocolate bar). I got to work, pulled out my favorite donut and stuck it on my desk. I had eaten two bowls of cereal before leaving the house and I knew that within an hour I would be able to snack again. I ate the donut and struggled to finish the last couple of bites, but I did not want to waste it. My stomach was feeling great that day, so I figured that I would be able to enjoy our potluck. I ate spinach and artichoke dip with tortilla chips, meatballs, and some guacamole. I ate it as slow as possible, because the faster I eat, the sooner I get nauseous.
I felt fine, and then it was almost the end of the day and there were two donuts left. The white with the colored sprinkles was eyeing me, so I decided to eat it. It didn't hit me until I got home. I was making toilet runs all night until the early hours of Saturday. I did not throw up, but I'm hurting from places I don't want to hurt. My poor baby(ies) must be hungry because that potluck cleansed me like no other. No more potlucks for a while. I think I will bring my own lunch for the next one and not partake. It must have been the greasy donuts and mixture of different foods. I feel blah!!!
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