unrealized expectations

I had high hopes for the weekend. So much stuff I needed to do, the wedding is this weekend, I need some new clothes. The house was dirty; i needed to clean. Art class was today; I needed to prepare. At 4 pm on Friday one of the guys came by at work, "Happy hour tonight at 6." "Why not?", I thought to myself.

What a mistake.

It was one of those nights which make you swear off alcohol forever. For whatever reason (though I didn't drink that much), I was just sick on Saturday morning. I woke up and sat up in bed. That small movement triggered a chain reaction thoughout my body. I instantly knew it was time to purge, I also knew, I wasn't making it to the bathroom. So I purged over the side of the bed and collapsed. A few minutes later I heard "Thwwp, Thwwwp, Thwwp."


The idiot dog was eating my vomit.

I know. It's gross. Sorry.

But it is true events. This grossed me out so much I puked again, this time on him. Serves him right.

I woke up a few hours later and slowly leaned over the side of the bed fearing what I would see.

What did I see? Nothing. He cleaned it all up for me. :)

However, I was ruined for the day. I spent the entire day on the couch and didn't feel better until much later in the night.

Sunday was a plus. I hosted my art class and I think it went over really well.