[quote]CBear84 wrote:
seriously though, vomit makes for a hell of an ab workout. [/quote]
You ain’t kidding. Last time I got a stomach virus my abs were sore as hell the next day. Worse, so were the muscles around my jaw and the sides of my head from the way I’d have my mouth stretched open in a technicolour yawn of death. Ugh.
Sounds like you’re having fun, though - and still kicking ass. Keep it up.
[quote]JPeggEFS wrote:
HAHAHAHA Should I tell the rest of the story from Saturday night?
Jason[/quote]
about me puking 7 gallons worth before i went to sleep, doing it naked, and even peeing on the floor a little?
no, dont tell about that part.
seriously though, vomit makes for a hell of an ab workout. [/quote]
The puking was IMPRESSIVE! No idea a human stomach could hold so much. GET AFTER IT. The fact you woke up mostly sans hangover is literally awe inspiring.
[quote]CBear84 wrote:
seriously though, vomit makes for a hell of an ab workout. [/quote]
You ain’t kidding. Last time I got a stomach virus my abs were sore as hell the next day. Worse, so were the muscles around my jaw and the sides of my head from the way I’d have my mouth stretched open in a technicolour yawn of death. Ugh.
[quote]JPeggEFS wrote:
The puking was IMPRESSIVE! No idea a human stomach could hold so much. GET AFTER IT. The fact you woke up mostly sans hangover is literally awe inspiring.
Jason
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swear on my dog, bitches… he cheered me on while my face was in the trashcan. then he emptied it. then he took my car to fill it up with gas so i wouldnt have to stop in the morning.
snap- there will be much video. fails and successes, laughs and anything else.
making enchiladas for dinner. you’re all welcome, as my mother gave me her set of dishes i can now serve a batallion. (oh darn, free Corelle? gee whiz oh ok i guess.)
and, for some odd reason, theres more than half a case of beer and a liter of beam…
training today involved my patience. it was a day for me to re-realize how much my manager and i feed off of each others energy. he got shitty, i got shitty, he got shitty(er), i left for break and came back fine, he was fine when i came back from break.
on a better note, i have been remarkably productive since i came home.
bathroom floor- clean, thanks to mr. clean magic eraser
shower stall and counter- clean, thanks to mr. clean magic eraser
kitchen- dishes done except for what dinner is in
dinner- done, very nearly, when pegg walked in the door.
door to apt- clean, it no longer looks like my fathers grubby work hands were pawing at it for the last 25 years. (cough, cough- have to say this, dad isnt in a grubby profession, but he knows how to do most everything, and i should have cleaned that door months ago.)
I fucking hate housework but I always feel good after it’s done. It’s like going to the gym on days when you’re not in the mood, I suppose. What’s this magic eraser thing?
And…nice to see you happy after all the previous hassles and stress. You deserve it (but you know that).