Mad Cow Disease

Recently eaten: french dip, tomato basil soup
Recent annoyance: anyone in Georgetown

DAY 2: I dutifully tossed another little white pill down with a bowl of ramen this morning. After about 15 minutes, and just as E. and I were off to bargain hunt, I felt worlds colliding and not in a good way. Kind of like this, actually:

A little pink, happy love bunny popped out of my skull and I wondered to myself why I was wearing Freddy Krueger's striped sweater. It's an odd feeling to be outside of our head while still living in it. E. left me slumped on the couch momentarily to catch my second wind. I felt the ramen clawing its way back up my esophagus, peristalsis in reverse. The half-digested noodles began a slow, slimy ascent as my stomach gurgled and fought against the tiny, white alien invader. I felt myself swooning and thought I might spiral into unconsciousness until I realized I was just swooning over the familiar strains of Gwen Stefani's "Hollaback Girl." I jumped out of my stupor to that rocking Harajuku beat. Thank you, infectious pop-lite! Maybe the new Backstreet Boys single can cure cancer.