Sunday went great. Shot my set...only took, like, 3 and a half hours. But it went well...we're in the process of photoshopping out some zits and such, and then I get to pick out the ones to send in, and they're off!!!!!!!!! I think we got like 100-150 to choose from. I'm fucking stoked about it...
...In celebration...my beau took me out for dinner afterward so I could pigout, for I haven't eaten much of anything since Thursday........well....I should have taken up my photographer on his offer for a bigmac...cuz I fucking got food poisioning!!!!!!!!!!!
Word of advice....don't ever eat scallops at a mongolian barbeque...
I fucking puked my guts out aaaaaaaaaaalllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll night Sunday, and into the morning....and the sad thing is...it wasn't just puke...it was coming out of both ends. Simultaneously. It was disasterous. I puked like, 6 times in the first hour and a half, then it was once every 25 minutes on the dot. I kept trying to call my beau back over to help me because I was so dehydrated, but he had gone out, and didn't get my message till 2:15 am! But he came over, saved me, brought me some anti-nausea syrup, some tums, and some gatorade. I loves him. After that...I slept most of the night, with only a couple of 'disruptions'....but in the morning, I couldn't even move. I had no energy, and EVERYTHING hurt. My earlobes, my armpits, the hang nail on my pinky toe, EVERYTHING. I was supposed to have a Doctor's apt., but I got that switched...and I was supposed to work at 1pm....I told them I wasn't going to be in a 1, but I would be in later....well, I got up at 2 and felt like utter crap, and decided if I took a shower, I'd feel better. No.... I fell in the shower because I just didn't have the energy to stand, and slunk back to my bed, crying, called my beau to come save me again. He brought me some fruit, some bread and peanut butter, so I could finally take some pain reliever. I had lost 5 pounds between Sunday and yesterday. I couldn't even dial the numbers on my phone I had no energy.
So....I just slept. I slept all night. I watched 3 movies through my eyelids.....was awake for roughly, umm...2 hours total yesterday. Today...I sit at Taboo...my back killing me, my fine motor skills are somewhat returning, I'm still dizzy, and I've only eaten 2 pieces of bread today. I was supposed to go to see Interpol tonight...but I don't see that happening....I see more sleeping. But in the meantime...I leave you with the most perfect picture I've taken ever......the band's from Friday night called me "Leibovitz" over this one:
...In celebration...my beau took me out for dinner afterward so I could pigout, for I haven't eaten much of anything since Thursday........well....I should have taken up my photographer on his offer for a bigmac...cuz I fucking got food poisioning!!!!!!!!!!!
Word of advice....don't ever eat scallops at a mongolian barbeque...
I fucking puked my guts out aaaaaaaaaaalllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll night Sunday, and into the morning....and the sad thing is...it wasn't just puke...it was coming out of both ends. Simultaneously. It was disasterous. I puked like, 6 times in the first hour and a half, then it was once every 25 minutes on the dot. I kept trying to call my beau back over to help me because I was so dehydrated, but he had gone out, and didn't get my message till 2:15 am! But he came over, saved me, brought me some anti-nausea syrup, some tums, and some gatorade. I loves him. After that...I slept most of the night, with only a couple of 'disruptions'....but in the morning, I couldn't even move. I had no energy, and EVERYTHING hurt. My earlobes, my armpits, the hang nail on my pinky toe, EVERYTHING. I was supposed to have a Doctor's apt., but I got that switched...and I was supposed to work at 1pm....I told them I wasn't going to be in a 1, but I would be in later....well, I got up at 2 and felt like utter crap, and decided if I took a shower, I'd feel better. No.... I fell in the shower because I just didn't have the energy to stand, and slunk back to my bed, crying, called my beau to come save me again. He brought me some fruit, some bread and peanut butter, so I could finally take some pain reliever. I had lost 5 pounds between Sunday and yesterday. I couldn't even dial the numbers on my phone I had no energy.
So....I just slept. I slept all night. I watched 3 movies through my eyelids.....was awake for roughly, umm...2 hours total yesterday. Today...I sit at Taboo...my back killing me, my fine motor skills are somewhat returning, I'm still dizzy, and I've only eaten 2 pieces of bread today. I was supposed to go to see Interpol tonight...but I don't see that happening....I see more sleeping. But in the meantime...I leave you with the most perfect picture I've taken ever......the band's from Friday night called me "Leibovitz" over this one:
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