Flying (and flew)

I hate people who ramble on and on about how sick they are, so I'm only gonna say this once; yes, I've been sick for my entire weekend. Yes, I have had messed-up fever dreams. No, you weren't in them. No, it's not a bird flu; I learned my lesson aout unprotected sex with strange chickens YEARS ago.

Now, having said that, I would like to whine on a bit.

My tummy keeps telling me that there is no way for us to put any food in there without it coming back up. At the most, it *might* be able to find some room for crackers, stale gingerale or Ramen noodles... but absolutely nothing else.

I, however, disagree. I feel that my stomach should be able to MAKE ROOM for whatever I happen to be craving. And so far I have craved Sushi, Burittos and (of course) Pizza.

So far this week, I have had none of these food stuffs. And it makes me sad :(

Craving update

Baloney Sandwich
Potato Salad
Maccaroni Salad
Fried Chicken
Baked Beans

My stomach is saying "No! There's no room! We're already trying to reduce the inventory as is!", but my mind and taste buds are saying "Dude, car keys are like *right there*..."

Thank GOD there's Irritable Mr. Bowels and Enflamed Mr. Sinus Headache saying "Sit your fat-ass down, tubby... you ain't goin' NO WHERE for a few more days".