So it seems I could not even make a Friday Lame Post yesterday. In my defense, I was stretched out on the couch, trying to hold perfectly still, unable to do anything but have an upset stomach. In my defense, I managed to function all day at work with an upset stomach and a headache. In my detriment, when my stomach and head felt better after work, I proceeded to eat good food without reference as to whether it might be upsetting to a tender tummy.
I really did not think I was going too rich. I avoided the usual suspects: deep-fried, pepperoni, sausage… I did not even think I was overeating, but apparently I was. Yes, as with most of my ills, the problem was Operator Error ( my predictive text thingy even guess “Error” as soon as I typed “Operator”).
So here I sit prior to six on a Saturday morning, mostly delighted I do not have to work today and partly suspicious of what my coffee will do to my stomach. The latter is of no particular concern, however, because coffee is obviously necessary, whatever the consequences.
I threatened on Thursday to make a blog post about what a big baby I am (a Big Fat Baby Brat, according to Steven, but that is a different story). Instead, I have made yet another post wherein I proved I am a big baby. No matter. As usual, I shall hit Publish and hope for the best.
By the way, I think the coffee IS doing me dirt. Damn.