doodledee

Last Wednesday I got to take a break from my all-day-every-day work schedule and spend some quality time at home barfing. Go figure, the stomach flu that savaged the rest of the family on Sunday - and that I had exhibited minor symptoms of having - caught up with me in a capital-M major way. Fun. Well, no, not really that fun. Well except maybe for the part where I got to puke in the Augsburg parking lot after soccer, that was kind of neat.

It was an unusually vicious bug. Overall I'd probably it in the top 5 sickest days of my life. (Full disclosure: I've been lucky.) And here's the funny part: both this time and arguably my #1 overall sickest day occurred within 18 hours of eating at Arby's. And I basically *never* eat at Arby's. Like maybe once every couple of years or something. And now cosmically this happens. I'm not saying there's a connection, I'm just saying I think I'm done eating at Arby's for a while.