f-ing ranch

I made it to work...barely. I feel horrible, I woke up in the middle of the night with a bit of food poisoning...ech. I am typing very slowly and sitting very still in hopes of keeping whatever is left in me from coming up...O.M.G. Sex and the City fans; do you remember the fromage episode...where Charlotte and Harry go to a fancy french restaurant and wake up sick and Harry goes "It was the fucking fromage!" Well Booya and I split a meal, and then each got a side salad...only he had blue cheese and I had ranch...Booya was fine this morning...it had to be the ranch dressing.

So speaking of throw up, Louisville is out...didn't make it to the Final Four. Too bad, since I had them picked to win the whole thing, but should be a good final nonetheless. Ok, I got nothin' else...all I can think about is the fact that the bathroom is down a flight of stairs, on the other side of the hangar, and I have on 3 inch heels...I see disaster...F*CKING RANCH!