Zub Tales

I don’t believe in Friday the 13th bad luck and all that. But today just got frustrating.

Worked my butt off for the past week and buggered up my sleep schedule something fierce. Now this evening I’d intended on heading downtown for a nice meal and then meeting up with friends for Kung Fu Fridays (a local movie theatre showing kick ass Kung Fu cinema). Cool plan, feeling good. I finish up dinner and soon after my stomach decides it’s going to be an unruly bastard. Mix that with a sharp cold wind smacking me in the face down Queen Street and my head started throbbing to boot.

Stumbled off the subway and am now home and in that terrible state of my stomach staying calm for 15 minutes and then tearing me open for the next 10 or so. Rinse and repeat. It’s like my body is punishing me for finally managing to find some free time.