Taking Self Sabotage to a whole new level

The ice cream sandwiches seemed like a good idea at the time. Perhaps it was eating HALF THE BOX that wasn't such a great plan. Or perhaps that alone wasn't the problem, but quaffiing 25% of the remainder before bed. Maybe THAT was the problem. Or perhaps it was the lack of variety, the failing to eat anything else that day. Oy. Rarely does food I'm not allergic to bite me back. Oh my, oh my. JHC on a popsicle stick, did it ever. I don't think I'm lactose intolerant. I know people who are, and this wasn't like that. Still. Holy 36 hours of stabbing upper intestinal pain, Batman! That was Monday night, this is Wednesday afternoon and I -still- feel like I'm being stabbed from within by that guy in the movie Inner Space with his trusty mini-LightSaber. I thought I was gonna barf on the hottie that sits next to me in Wills & Trusts.

In other news, I celebrated the Hallmark Holiday by getting a card and cheesecake for Mr. Rightnow. However, I suspect there's no reciprocity waiting in the wings. Oh well. I shouldn't mope, he is taking me somewhere tropical after the Bar Exam.

And I do have those lovely flores I bought for myself. Still. *sniffle*