First of all, I’ll get out of the way that as of this post, welcome to a pretty but unimaginative new look for the site. This is the attractive styling of the newly instated default theme for WordPress installations: Twenty Ten. I like it. It’s pretty. I haven’t even bothered to change the header image just yet.

With that said, moving onward: I am totally Doomed.

I made shrimpy pasta two days ago (I know, I checked my tweets.) I saved some, as I was not hungry enough or endowed with a large enough stomach to eat all that I had prepared. A mere two days later I find myself scarfing down the remainder, heated from its chill in the fridge.

And it looks like that was a bad idea.

I’m sitting here, blogging, a ticking time bomb. I can feel inside me that something went wrong and I’m totally going to be so sick. The food didn’t smell bad, it didn’t look bad, and I heated it up in a perfectly acceptable manner (fry pan and extra virgin olive oil) but I know. I know it’s all down hill from here.

I’ve taken my pepto bismol. I’ve brought the ginger ale out of the basement to the main fridge. I know where the chicken soup is.

But it’s the waiting.

And! And and and! Even if I’m not going to be sick I’m going to be sick anyway! Because the mind is a powerful thing and if I truly believe I’m going to be sick and I’m wrong, it won’t matter. Because I wasn’t going to be sick but I believe so fervently that I am that I’ll probably make myself sick.

Double screwed.

And now we wait.