the birm*

There are only a handful of things I really hate in this world. Getting my wisdom teeth pulled out would have to be at the top of the list. A close second would have to be being sick (throwing up).

I still don’t know what it was, the left-overs? The profiteroles? The Old? In any case, a few hours after getting home from Carissa and Gav’s engagement party on the Central Coast I was sick as a dog. I kinda slept on and off the rest of the night and Sunday til about lunchtime, at which stage I went downstairs and slept in front of the TV for another few hours. I was so trashed and light-headed all day, only having drinks and 2 bits of toast. Not a nice feeling! I guess, though, in the scheme of things I could have been worse off…