Last night, I did my bit for International Eat A Tasty Animal For PETA Day and had lotsa meat with my dinner — including some kielbasa that I strongly suspect was a smidgen past its best-by date. I spent about 11 hours today purging the kielbasa and drinking tons of water, and I still feel like I got run over by a truck. I don’t even have the energy to spend time in my computer chair, just my bed.
I did write one piece last night before bed that I messed up and didn’t publish, so I’ll try to get that one out soon. And in the meantime, think kind thoughts of my wrecked body.