Up until about three hours ago, my weekend was fabulous. I will write it up later this week.

But no, attack of the food poisoning put tonight's festivities on hold. Food poisoning of the 'holy shit, I'm going to pass out and asphyxiate' variety. When Rac showed up, I was a clammy mess. We air hugged and she went along. Hopefully, I'll be able to link up tomorrow.

I feel so fucking lame.

But not as lame as I'd feel if I puked in her car.

Fucking Trader Joe's dried bing cherries.