Hurly Burly Twirly


Well, I had some unfortunate events last night. I was chillin with Josh watching Futurama, eating popcorn. Life was good. I was so pumped to go to the flea market early this morning, so I went to bed early. Well, I woke up at about two a.m. totally feeling nauseaus. I went into the bathroom and hurled for awhile. Man, I hate that feeling. Ick.
Anyway, this morning I walked into the kitchen…acutally it was after noon when I finally got up. There was this bowl of leftover popcorn sitting on the counter and it totally made my stomach turn.
Then, I remembered back during my Psychology class from college where my professor was talking about how if a food makes someone really sick, that they can’t eat it again for seven years (on average). It apparently triggers a defense mechinism so the body protects itself from that which makes it sick.
So, I’m standing in the kitchen looking at the popcorn, feeling sick, thinking of what I learned in Psych class and I was like, “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! I LOVE POPCORN!!!”
Well, it’s evening now and the thought of popcorn still makes me ill. *sigh* Maybe it’s better this way. Grrr…