I talked Brian into getting Mexican food. He had the #5 daily special. Three rolled tacos, rice and beans and a soda. I got the tostada supreme, no meat. It’s a fried flour tortilla, with beans, lettuce, tomato, cheese, sour cream on half and guacomole on the other half. I offered Brian half of it, but he didn’t want any. Said he was full.
I stupidly at the whole thing.
At nine last night, it hit me. The indigestion. Took three hours to go away. I felt so crummy I considered putting my fingers down my throat. I haven’t puked in fifteen years.
Like I said earlier, who needs sleep?
I’m not having breakfast this morning. No room.
 |
