Too many spicy chicken wings too close to bed-time = very little sleep

[plonq]

I am alone.

No, that's not the start of some angsty goth poetry - I'm literally alone here today. 

I knew that D would be working from home today because he told me as much, but my other co-worker has yet to show his face.  He called in yesterday to say that he was taking a "vacation" day, but that he would definitely stop in.  He never showed. 

I give it 50/50 odds that he will show up today.

Mental note to self: don't eat so many spicy chicken wings that close to bed-time. 

My poor digestive tract is making all manner of distressful noises this morning.

Comments

[mwalimu.livejournal.com]

This too shall pass...

[boinggoat.livejournal.com]

Spicy chicken wings sound good.
Like irishmen embrace the hangover, I've learned to almost look foreward to gastric distress inflicted upon me by spicy food. It's a pain I endure gladly, for I remember how GOOD it was going down.

This has been today's TMI moment.

[plonq.livejournal.com]

I ate the last of them for breakfast today. Although it seemed like a good idea at the time... ;p