ugh

Why, you ask, am I awake and posting at this hour on a work night? There's nothing quite like being woken up so you can go vomit.

Think I have food poisoning. Ugh. What I get for eating iffy leftovers. Am actually online to try to get an idea of whether I'm supposed to call a doctor (sounds like no, I should be fine as long as I don't get dehydrated) and to email my boss warning him that I'm not going to try to come in on time "if I'm still in gastrointestinal distress", which I think is only fair. I mean, we had a lot planned for tomorrow but it's a long commute and no one wants to see me vomit on the T.

Anyways, I actually feel not-horrible except for a certain nausea that suggests that one round of vomiting isn't going to be the whole story, and it seems pointless to try to go back to sleep, so, yeah, whining in lj.

(no subject)

Do you ever suspect that your life is some kind of zero-sum game? I wonder about this. The swings of my moods tend to be such that a particularly intense or exciting happy couple of days is followed by a particularly bad low, and, hey, spend a night feeling really really *good*, get food poisoning two days later...

I don't actually believe life is a zero-sum game, or at least I don't believe it *ought* to be, I really hate that theory and things that seem to be based on it. I believe the best happiness is self-promoting, and doesn't need misery as a contrast, and really Aristotle covered all of this much better than I could, there's just something about being really tired and yet awake with food poisoning that makes me feel like I must be being punished for something. And, like, rationally I know it's eating those leftovers, not excess, unwarranted happiness, but, gah, had been so psyched by the thought of maybe for once managing to reestablish an even keel after an emotional high without badness, and, yeah, I guess still counts, but, ugh... I bet even Aristotle was grumpy and incoherent when he had food poisoning, dude.