Puke_1Am I ever bummed out. I went out on Saturday night with friends I hadn’t seen in ages. I guess I let loose a bit too much. I woke up Sunday morning (two hours after going to bed, of course) puking like crazy. I spent the next 8 hours alternating between puking every 20 minutes and going back to bed. I was sure I’d at least wake up today feeling better. WRONG. At least I’m not puking anymore, but I sure am sick still.

This all comes after being in bed all day on Friday with a migraine. I had been so excited about being here in San Francisco to see my family and to go to Ikea and buy some new curtains. I’ve only seen John, Hai-Nhu and the new baby once. And I sure haven’t gone to Ikea! Now I can’t wait to get home tomorrow and sleep some more. I’m never drinking again! (Heard that one before?)