Not the minor case of food poisoning wook acquired during our venturing out to breakfast this morning after I got my flight rebooked for Tuesday.
The culprit: The Retro Dinner. I'm putting blame on the eggs (he had a 3-egg omelet). I had PANCAKES. No symptoms here.
Wook's currently bunked up in his loft, in a half-stage of consciousness. He's attempted to have a Coke. Didn't work. He took a nap on the sofa. Went upstairs to sleep some more. Came back down to vomit louder than an F-18 flyover. Back upstairs. Realized he did stink like I had said. I brought up his deoderant. We popped in some X-Files. He fell asleep. I'm making dinner.
So much for a fun night of homemade Qdoba/Chipotle/Senor Sams. Oh well. I'm making enough for lunch leftovers. Hopefully he gets to enjoy some then.
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