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When it Rains, the Cat Snores...
May. 24th, 2003 06:28 pm... but enough about that.
So, there I was, not feeling too terribly sicky anymore, playing Civ III and trying to decide if I like it, and sort of humming tunelessly to myself. (Actually, it was also voicelessly, since I'm still very croaky. Said humming probably would not have been detectable with a parabolic mike at 2 paces, but I digress...)
Anyway, it was at that moment that my stomach, a large but normally unaggressive organ, decided to leap up my throat and take my brain hostage. Once it had my full attention, it growled at me:
( Hidden to increase the drama )
So, I immediately staggered downstairs, and made myself some lunch. For those that care, it was homemade tortierre with beans, because all it took was 4 minutes of nuking.
So, there I was, not feeling too terribly sicky anymore, playing Civ III and trying to decide if I like it, and sort of humming tunelessly to myself. (Actually, it was also voicelessly, since I'm still very croaky. Said humming probably would not have been detectable with a parabolic mike at 2 paces, but I digress...)
Anyway, it was at that moment that my stomach, a large but normally unaggressive organ, decided to leap up my throat and take my brain hostage. Once it had my full attention, it growled at me:
( Hidden to increase the drama )
So, I immediately staggered downstairs, and made myself some lunch. For those that care, it was homemade tortierre with beans, because all it took was 4 minutes of nuking.
