Only 3 hours later, I find myself totally incapacitated by a sudden spell of nausea. Was it the Pick-Up Stix that was to last me for the weekend? Is this my body's way of telling me that we will not eat Americanized Chinese, only the real deal? Was it because I had a leftover mocha with 1% milk? Is this my body's way of telling me that we will only tolerate nonfat? Was it because I splashed on Dolce e Gabbana Light Blue in 3 places? Is this my body's way of telling me, hey, we need to breathe in fresh air instead of designer toxic fumes? I finally cracked the window open to let oxygen in, after weeks of incubating myself in a constantly heated room [see Welcome To My World, below] inhaling recycled carbon dioxide.
If I don't make it through today, somebody please tell Reyna that I won't need a ride to Vegas.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 2:16 PM
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