I feel MUCH better now.
The head of my department at work took us all to Superior Grill last night. I ordered the most delicious (and most expensive) steak fajitas for myself, a margarita to start off with, and a beer to finish it all off. It was most nice, especially since I wasn’t paying for any of it 
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However, something I ate didn’t sit right with me. The fajitas were tasty, but the margarita was way too sweet (think Rose’s Lime Juice w/ a splash of tequila, rather tequila gimlet-like, if there is such a thing), and the beer was rather skunky. Whatever the cause, I felt like someone hooked up an air compressor to my stomach and was constantly filling me up. I felt like I was exploding from the inside.
I’ve never had indigestion that bad in my life! Thankfully Brandi had a good bit of help last night (Mere, and my Mom were at the house), so I went to bed around 8:30 PM.
Wow, I feel <DR.EVIL>ONE MILLION</DR.EVIL> times better this morning…. Except for that whole branch falling out of my tree thing (I’ll get to that later)…
August 19th, 2005 at 10:21 am
So lucky with the 11 hours of sleep! I use to get that much sleep. Not so much now. It just seems like there is to much going on and never enough time to get it done.