James and I were supposed to go to eaterofgodz's Thinhorse show todat and see people and have fun and eat ourselves sick on good barbecue. Well, I got the sick part all right -- started throwing up in the car on the way there. Guess that's what I get for skipping lunch to save room for barbecue -- sometimes I get nauseated if I go too long without food, which makes no sense to me, but whatever, and I forgot.
So missed the barbecue, missed the fun, and the Suns lost. While none of those are actual genuine tragedies, it sure does feel like a waste of a weekend. DO NOT WANT.
ETA: James just got back from McDonald's with a pair of Shrek and Fiona glasses for us. This improves my mood greatly.