Well, I’m not feeling good.
I’ve been engaging in a cookie-hurling contest with myself since around midnight, and now Kat’s joined the fun. We’re really hoping it’s something relatively benign (read: non-contagious) like food poisoning.
Last time I had food poisoning (from a bad muffaletta), we discovered that a weak tea of apple cider vinegar actually worked really well on it. (Apple cider vinegar, it should be noted, is a home remedy for everything under the sun. Which makes me distrust its efficacy, but in this case it works.)
Unfortunately we have no ACV at the moment, so on the off chance that it is food poisoning we’ve both dosed ourselves with lemon juice. “The basic idea,” as I said to Kat, “is to f*** up our digestive tract so bad that anything in there s***s itself and dies.”
So maybe I’m a tad profane when I’m not feeling well.
Speaking of which, if you’ll excuse me . . .