J'suis malade

I should be writing about what a great weekend Sweetie and I had in Seattle. About how cool it was to meet Jill, whom I have "known" for quite a while through Second Life but whom I had never met in person. About finding bargains at Nordstrom Rack, which is where Nordstrom clears out designer clothes, shoes, and accessories. About what an excellent day we had at Bumbershoot, despite the sometimes heavy showers. Even about our weird hotel room. But I'm just not in the right place.

Today, I've been living on Melba Toast and applesauce. I'm sipping Gatorade right now. You can probably figure out what all that is about. I woke up on Tuesday feeling like I was still full. Not a good sign. After some time in the bathroom, I was doing better, and I managed to drive us home. I even felt well enough—or not too poorly—to stop at the Nine West outlet on the way. But when I got home, I went straight to bed. That's where I've spent most of my time since we got home.

I don't know what caused this. I tend to blame the bratwurst, although that stand is very busy and I doubt that they were spreading food poisoning everywhere. So who knows. All I do know is that I feel like, well, I'm tempted to say I feel like crap, but I do try to avoid bad puns. I'll get back to you when I feel in the right mood to write about a great weekend.