Yep, this post isn't about the baby at all, this one's all about me and whatever poisoned piece of crap I ate last night that had to, had to come back out at 5 this morning.
I'm guessing it was just a further extension of the place we went to for dinner last night, Real Colima, where we'd gone with my mom and step-dad a few weeks ago and had been very, very pleased with the food. Last night was alright, the food was fine but the service was pathetically awful. Unresponsive idiots waitrons who need some fly paper in their skulls so what people said to them would stick for a moment.
Anyway, I woke up from a dream in which I felt like crap to a reality in which I felt worse. After laying awake for a minute or so, I got myself up and went to take a nap on the bathroom floor. You know when you can feel it slowly building up deep inside you, the pending pukage? Yeah, that's what I felt and knew was on its way.
And there's nothing quite like sweating profusely while buck naked on the floor after heaving your guts (hopefully) into the porcelain goddess.
The funny thing is that, if I'd been scheduled to go back to work today (which I'm not, I've got one more week to continue to bond with my son and care for my wife) then I would have definitely called in sick.
How can Monday still suck even when I'm not at work?
Oh well, I think I'll feel better later on today but for now I just feel like shit. Stupid Real Colima, poisoning me. I knew she didn't deserve even a 15% tip for her shitty service.
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