I'm not feeling up to 100% ready for action today, faithful readers. At my beloved Bats baseball game last night, instead of following my instinct and getting their awesome fried bologna sandwich, instead I got a sausage pizza. First of all, it was a small one - less than half the size of a frozen pizza you'd buy in the grocery. I ate half of it, and it was horrible. The sausage just didn't taste right.
I had just crawled into bed last night and turned out the light, only to get back up and run to the bathroom. After throwing up for five minutes, I felt fine. Actually, I didn't feel sick after eating the pizza - I just felt like I needed to let out a big ole burp. I got back in bed, and tossed and turned all night. If I look at the stats from my FitBit, I'd be surprised if it showed I got two hours of sleep.
So today, I'm doing nothing but resting.
Stay tuned.
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