Cursed.

Here I was, all set for going out dancing tonight...and starting just before dinner, my stomach decided it was not down with that plan. Ate, went back to sweh's for resting and prep, watched Robot Wars, and things did not improve--in fact they got worse after a cup of tea. (Hello! Caffeine on a system that's been almost entirely off it for three months, and is already gastrically upset! Did we leave our brain in our other purse?!) So I am still here, intaking lots of fluids, actually drinking alcohol for medicinal purposes to stop myself from twitching, and in general trying to settle my system so I won't spend tomorrow's gaming session sick as a dog--while everyone else is enjoying my original grand plan for the evening. Bah, I say.

Not that I mind a little quiet time with the beloved pet--but it would be much better if I was in any physical state to appreciate it.