Problems with my stomach, dissatisfied with my dreams.
I’ve been going through a period of stomach problems, and of bad luck with food in general. It all started with the fish and chips at The British Bulldog, which functioned like a dose of Colon Blow, keeping me out of class and near the bathroom all the next day. Since then, it seems that if I’m not careful about what I eat, I get nauseous later on. But not only did I have that bad food experience, the other day I got take-out from a snack place near my house. I got to my office, opened the bag, and found the box had been used before. It was all mashed up, had dirt ground into the raggedy-looking sides, and actually had gray rodent hair inside, by the food. Luckily I hadn’t eaten any of it before I looked closely. Last night I went to a Christmas party (I know it’s early, but a lot of people are going away soon) at Curtis’s office. I don’t THINK I drank too much, but I did have a little bit of a lot of different things — egg nog, pop, beer, white wine, some whiskey and coke, over the five hours or so that I was there. Earlier that day I’d have some coffee, which I usually avoid — oh, and I did go to a Mexican restaurant for lunch. Anyhow, by the time I got home, my stomach was feeling sort of abnormal. I actually ended up throwing up later in the evening. I had mostly very bland food today, and tried not to eat too much, but my stomach is feeling weirdly full and churning anyway. I’m not sure when this will all go away. I could go to the hospital, but then they’d prescribe me some sort of weird medicine that would just make me throw up anyway.
I’ve also been dissatisfied with my dreams because they are just the same old, same old. Just dreams about moving away and not being able to finish moving all my stuff, having to catch a bus but missing it because I can’t get my clothes on soon enough, and stuff like that. I’ve relied on my dreams for entertainment for a long time, and when I can’t get anything good out of them, it’s a real disappointment. Maybe this all means my life is in the doldrums. I’m sure it relates to my anxiety about next year too.