seven or eight years ago, I puked from eating the wrong thing.
I haven't puked since then. Not once. Not from drinking too much, smoking too much, eating the wrong thing, flu, nothing...
Until this morning.
Halfway through my shower, I abandoned all hope of conditioning my hair, got out, and puked. There wasn't much to puke up, mind you, but I puked. now, I feel a whoooole lot better.
But I suddenly doubt I'm going to be able to do what I want to do on New years tomorrow. The things I plan on doing MIGHT make my stomach hurt again, and though puking has helped me relax a bit, I can feel it getting twitchy again.

why did I puke?
two possibilities.
One is that my brother was sick, and I was over there a couple days ago, when Halesha was just picking up the sickness herself. but they sleep together, I didn't think it would be all that contagious. apparently I was wrong.
That...
or...
last night wasn't nice to me. I mean, I had an incredible amount of stress on myself last night, more than I've had in a while. knowing me, thats probably a player in this odd event.

man, I was so proud of that too! A least seven years without puking! man! that blows!

maybe I'll take tonight off.... I'm thinking I'm going to feel all that great.