Well, I should be downtown getting ready to watch the Pride Parade with Brent and friends. Instead, I am at home, just getting off of the toilet, feeling weak and nauseous. We had some greasy pizza last night and I think that is the cause of my feeling like I want to throw up. Part of me wants to induce throwing up just so that I can get it over with. The other part just wants to ride it out and hope that I don’t. I think I am going to side with the latter and try to get some sleep and hope that it will pass.
A 40-something rediscovering life in California