Some days, it just doesn’t pay to leave the house. Em and I took a very short trip to Publix to get a cake for Chris and we were almost run into by other cars TWICE. The first time, I was on the road in front of the Publix, having just left the parking lot and another car came out of the other exit and didn’t look and came within inches of slamming into my side. Once we got in our neighborhood, I was driving on the main road, about to turn left onto our street. Another car pulls up trying to turn left from the street I’m turning on to and almost slams into my side. What. The. Fuck.
It doesn’t help that my stomach is KILLING me. Chris wanted to go to Longhorn last night and get their ginormous chocolate dessert. So, I got their supremely bad for you chicken and was already full by the time dessert rolls around. I’m planned on having a couple of bites, but I evidently forgot how completely yum that dessert was and had way more than a few bites. My stomach was killing me the rest of the night, but feeling a bit better by the time I went to bed. I figured I’d feel better this morning. I did feel better and was even hungry for breakfast, but now I feel godawful. Like I never want to eat again. And if you know me, you know how insane that sounds. So, that’s today. My mom’s coming over before lunch to spend the day and night here.