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My newest embarassing moment: Stepping off the elevator from the parking garage into the lobby of the office building over it, and not even being able to make it outside before throwing up with my gloved hands clamped over my mouth. Classy.

But I felt better, so I continued my walk to the office (after informing the building’s management what had happened so they could take care of the mess). Shortly after getting there though, I started feeling nauseous again. This time, I made it to the restroom. And then my coworkers banished me from the office so I could get better.

I got home and was ravenous, even though my stomach hurt. So I cuddled with the cat and scarfed some saltines and ginger ale. Guinnes LOVES saltines, by the way. Then we napped, for 6 hours.

Just as I woke up and was plotting a way to get chicken noodle soup for dinner, Tom arrived and announced that his rehearsal was canceled and he would be making chicken soup for me for dinner. Excellent. Now I wouldn’t have to get back into my car and venture out to Chicken Out for their soup. Their soup is good, but it’s not the same as having soup lovingly prepared by your boyfriend, especially when you didn’t even have to ask him to do it.

He rocks. And the soup smells really good. And my tummy feels better.

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