I’m So Tired Because Of Soup
Just a little marginally connected rambling of my thoughts.
I had a rough night. I woke up at about 1:00 am with severe stomach cramps, and after trying hard for about a half hour to deny it by using mind-over-matter Jedi techniques, I stealthily and sleepily crept to the bathroom. I didn’t want to disturb my girlfriend, who was snoozing peacefully next to me.
No, I’m not going to tell you what I did in there, what’s wrong with you?!
Well, I did make a lot of noise, but that was because I can’t see without my contacts, and as such, I failed to detect the bottles of things on the sink between myself and the paper. So, in an event that would be grounds for dismissal for any CIA agent, my quest for silence came to a crashing end.
I crawled back to bed, with my girlfriend asking, exasperated, if I was okay. I told her about my digestive issues, but that I would try to sleep.
She mentioned that it might be the soup.
Ahhhh yes, the soup. Earlier in the evening, her mother made a delicious bean soup. It was fantastic. I enjoyed every last bite, until… I felt an itch in my mouth.
I’ve felt this before. I used to be a runner, and I’m sad to make that a past-tense statement. It’s just I’m struggling with knee injuries at the moment, and I doubt that…
