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smokingboot) wrote2013-10-18 12:19 pm
smokingboot) wrote2013-10-18 12:19 pm
The Perils of Dried Egg
This may take some time...or maybe it won't get finished. I am propping myself up on this chair like a ventriloquist's dummy, ready to slide to the floor at any moment.
Why am I doing it at all? Because it's this or sleep, and I have been sleeping for over 24 hours on and off. I have a serious thingTM that needs to be done, and I thought the deadline was tomorrow. Turns out I might have read it wrong. I will ask![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
larians to check when he gets home, as numbers and figures seem beyond me. So, little journal, I write here to try and pull myself together, mentally if not physically.
I don't think it's working.
Dried egg was the culprit. My aunt Fatima does great things with this stuff, sweetened dried egg..she gave me some, along with instructions but maybe I got it wrong, like the deadline. Whatever happened, I created a mess which tasted good to me (larians eschewed it almost immediately) and within hours had me suffering from the most dramatic attack of food poisoning I can recall.
I presume it's food poisoning. Suffice it to say, it has had memorable effects at both ends of the body Boot for the last day and a half. I found myself regurgitating a positively ectoplasmic substance, slowly folding in on itself in sheets. Painful, draining, debilitating...I feel as though I am in some trance out of The Warlock. The cats shared my woe, one by throwing up and another by breaking a glass by the bed.
I have had strange dreams; big snakes eating dolphins brought by my brother. Time for more adventures in Nod right now.
Why am I doing it at all? Because it's this or sleep, and I have been sleeping for over 24 hours on and off. I have a serious thingTM that needs to be done, and I thought the deadline was tomorrow. Turns out I might have read it wrong. I will ask
larians to check when he gets home, as numbers and figures seem beyond me. So, little journal, I write here to try and pull myself together, mentally if not physically.I don't think it's working.
Dried egg was the culprit. My aunt Fatima does great things with this stuff, sweetened dried egg..she gave me some, along with instructions but maybe I got it wrong, like the deadline. Whatever happened, I created a mess which tasted good to me (
larians eschewed it almost immediately) and within hours had me suffering from the most dramatic attack of food poisoning I can recall.I presume it's food poisoning. Suffice it to say, it has had memorable effects at both ends of the body Boot for the last day and a half. I found myself regurgitating a positively ectoplasmic substance, slowly folding in on itself in sheets. Painful, draining, debilitating...I feel as though I am in some trance out of The Warlock. The cats shared my woe, one by throwing up and another by breaking a glass by the bed.
I have had strange dreams; big snakes eating dolphins brought by my brother. Time for more adventures in Nod right now.