Undoubtedly you are questioning why I am posting this when I'm supposed to be at work.   I took some 5-HTP and some Kava today before I got ready for work and apparently took too much HTP or something because my stomach soon started acting up.  Acting up badly.  Methinks I will be okay once the inflight refuelling procedures are done with and maybe it's the heat ... by the time I got to QDoba I felt like I was going to bazooka barf.  Just hungry, me still thinks.   I have a cast-iron stomach.  The last time I threw up was when I had a kidney infection almost 12 years ago.  I have eaten things known to be poisonous and it didn't even register.  So I'd lay off the queso and sour cream and jalepenos and I'd be all right.  I had to force myself to eat more than half of my bowl o' stuff. 

By the time I got to work I was feeling kind of weak and shaky and I had a horrible suspicion that I would barf at my terminal.  So I asked to take a sick day and dragged myself home.  I draw the line at barfing and running a fever.  My mother may drag herself to work despite every ailment known to medical science but I don't have a kid at home and I have about 3 weeks worth of sick leave accumulated. 

Seems heat/humidity in the 90's and an overdose of herbal psychoactives just don't mix. 

I'm feeling better now but I'm still not going outside until the temp begins to drop.   If at all. 

From now on, I listen to Weird Al to deal with momentary bouts of angst. 

 
Since I'm feeling somewhat marginally human again and not in danger of redecoration by regurgitation, I suppose I should do some house work.