I <3 cupcakes more than life itself. This reflects not only my love for cupcakes, but also my general dissatisfaction with life in general. Still, on a morning where I'm getting to scarf cupcakes, things don't seem all that bad. Surely it could be worse.
Despite my love of cupcakes, I don't actually get the opportunity to eat them very often. The only reason I have some now is due to a mini quirk of fate that started yesterday. It was another generic gameday at the Panera and I made the trek over hoping to give Agricola another whirl. It turns out that the Bills were hosting a birthday party for Andrea at their place that night but had forgotten to send out the evite invitations. That meant that everyone would\e cutting out of the gameday around 5:30 or so and there wouldn't be enough time to run through the game. Brian had also invited me over to his place that night but the lure of getting another Agricola runthrough at the Bills won out. When I went to call him to let him know, I discovered that I not only had forgotten my cell phone as well but my bottle of pills as well. The latter didn't turn out to be as much as a problem as I feared as the patches were working okay supplemented with some borrowed advil.
The party went over pretty well. I spent a good chunk of the evening getting that second play of Agricola and got my ass handed to me. We had a small rules snafu in the beginning that just ended up domino'ing into a disaster for me. Andrea had made a big mess of cupcakes as well and normally I would have been all over them but my stomach felt a bit off. I ended up snagging some and bringing them home with me and it ended up being a good decision. I'm not sure exactly what was the cause, be it medication or lack of sleep or something else but I was feeling nauseous and ill on the drive home. I didn't eat much at the party, only trying Bill's somosas as I was heading out the door and I ended up distributing it all over the street outside when I got home. I ended up with a stabbing headache interspersed with more nausea until I finally dozed off.
Still, all's well that ends well. I woke up feeling better and I have a plateful of cupcakes to eat. I just have to remember to give Brian a ring sometime today and apologize for last night's snafu. Karen and Bernie are holding a joint birthday party at their place today and if I'm lucky, there might be more cupcakes.
I just found out that the British call cupcakes fairy cakes. I find the name vaguely disturbing. I can only hope that the name derives from the fact that cupcakes are usually whimsical and decorated in nice, bright colors. That's certainly better than the idea they're only made by or out of fairies.
Well, okay, it certainly wasn't dysentery but it might as well have been considering how incapacitating it was. I'm still not sure exactly what caused it but I ended up spending a frakking god awful day spewing my guts out from all directions. I normally would have suspected food poisoning but I don't think I actually ate anything that other people didn't also try, and none of them became ill. In the end, I have absolutely no clue what caused it and it chalks up as the second worse experience I've had in memory along such lines. The first was a few months ago and tossed in chills and weakness into the mix.
All in all, the sorry incident lasted from late friday/early saturday till late saturday afternoon. That's one thing that's always been a plus. I almost never get knocked down by things like food poisoning or the flu for very long. As bad as it is, nothing ever goes for more than a day. Once I was sure I was going to live, I even managed to sort myself out and I haded over to the Bills Halloween party for a few hours. Nothing overly exciting there, though some blessed soul had decided to bring cupcakes and that totally destroyed myself-admonition to not eat anything for a while. You have to risk it for cupcakes. It's a fact of life.
We ended up playing around 4 games of werewolf while I was there. Like normal, the villages were pretty ignorant and the werewolves only lost once. I was instrumental in that one victory as the seer leading my poor benighted and ignorant serfs to victory. After that, a few people wandered downstairs where there were Wii bowling and tennis competitions. I mostly just flopped about and chitchatted with people about random gobbilygook.
The last of us stragglers all headed out around 10:30 or so. Just as well it was still rather early because I was exhausted. Cumilative sleep deprivation added to almost no sleep the night before and by the time I got home I just about collapsed. I spent most of the day asleep, waking up only to pop more pills or grab something to eat. I'm feeling almost normal again, whatever that means.
Oh, and my sister had her baby shower today. I hadn't planned on attending anyway but I hear now that things went well. The entire baby thing freaks me out a little so I try not to spend much time thinking about it. I've never been fond of rugrats overall and having pregnant siblings just seems sorta weird to me. She seems happy enough about the whole deal and spent the past couple of days with my other sister baking piles and piles of cookies for the shower.