Monday, December 12, 2005

There's a Shadowboxer in my tummy.

in keeping with naming my blog entries after the song playing on my itunes playlist, i've decided to approach this entry with fiona apple like abandon.

i think someone is trying to poison me. it started last week. and it's continued. i think the method of poison is small aliens that have raided my stomach and have started a garage band.

all in all, i'm not feeling so great, folks.

setback score: 16 to 7. them: 16 us: 7.
i blame the tummy aliens.

tomorrow night is my company christmas party at a very hoity toity country club. i'm going alone and i have no idea what to wear. i believe it will be black. and i believe i will not stay long. i have no desire to take advantage of open bar or any food that is not clear (wait. maybe ishould try to kill the aliens with copious amounts of vodka).

it should be interesting. at least comical. i'm hoping for lots of stories. but i'm not sure how long i'll be able to stick it out.


stac said...

Oh no! I hope it wasn't the food from Friday!

stac said...

Duh - I meant Saturday!