Aug. 10, 2003 - 5:30 a.m.

So, Saturday. It started out as a typical Saturday. Woke up at noon after a good three hours of sleep. Went to the grocery store a few hours after that.

In the evening, I got a call from my friends David and Earl. They wanted to get out of the house for a while, and I didn't have anything else planned. So they came over, and we sat and talked for a little bit.

Then, we went to look at some houses. They are going to move very soon. They want their mother to move out of the apartment building she lives in, as the building manager is acting like a spaz. But we drove around, just looking at the outsides of these houses for rent. Some of them were all right. They really liked the one that was just down the street from me, actually. And the landlady was really nice, and liked the dogs and everything. Looks pretty good.

So, we did that. Afterward the boys and I went to Barnes and Noble. I love it there, and Earl put a couple books on hold. From there we headed to Wal-Mart. After that it was time for me to head home. They dropped me off and I presume they went home then too, as both were getting tired.

Anyway, I got inside and realized I was really hungry. I nuked some deli chicken strips and settled in to munch and watch a little late night television. After eating I felt a little queasy. I didn't think much of it, since I sometimes feel that way if I eat too fast when I'm particularly hungry. I thought it would pass. It did, after The Incident.

I was sitting there, minding my own business, watching Cocktail. Then, suddenly...I puked. I coughed a few times, got a Kleenex, coughed into that, and horked up an entire chicken strip. It was chewed, but not digested. As if it hadn't even made it all the way down. Meaning it was still in solid form. This was good, because I hate having to clean up the carpet. This was bad because I was left holding a handful of regurgitated deli chicken. I didn't know quite what to do with it. In the end, I took it into the downstairs bathroom and flushed it.

This has never happened to me before, that I can remember. I've gotten sick before, but never in this manner. I don't know why it happened. Maybe it was my choice of viewing material. I mean, Cocktail isn't the worst movie in the world, but it isn't the best either. I watched it because it was on, not because I had any great desire to see it again.

Maybe I'm just bitter enough to puke at happy endings. Although, I didn't get sick at the ending of Fools Rush In, and that's a pretty happy ending right there. I was disgusted, and really really wished one of them would leap to their death off the edge of that cliff instead of getting married, but I didn't get sick.

I just don't know. Some things in this world cannot be explained. Some things you just have to experience. And some things you have to describe in detail to people, to see the looks of horror and disgust on their faces. Doesn't mean you have to understand everything that happens to you. Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger...or makes other people back away from you. Heh.