Adding injury to insult

While still in the midst of licking my post-syndication wounds, the Perfect Aryan Male and I celebrated some successful operations at a Thai restaurant. It wasn’t such a good idea, because apparently the cute little Thai girls serving us there wanted me out of the way. Which is to say, the Sesame Chicken gave me a rather nasty case of food poisoning.

I went from feeling completely fine to shivering uncontrollably and committing unspeakable acts in the bathroom in about five minutes. I’ll spare you the lurid details and simply say that it was a long and unpleasant night.

Fortunately, it went as quickly as it came and I feel fine now, except for the tired, drained and feeling as if I just played substitute for a heavy bag bit. Don’t expect random showers of brilliance today.