Sunday evening we made the ham. A lot of ham. somewhere between 13 and 16 pounds of ham.
Sunday at 10pm I ate a lot of ham. Monday at 4am I got violently ill.
the events were probably independent of each other, but I still think I’m going to avoid ham for awhile.
And thus started the first illness of 2006. It’s been 8 years since partially digested food left my system via the intake. And unsurprisingly, the process is still completely miserable. Thankfully I had no problems sleeping. And sleep I did. Today I’m back up and moving about, though still not quite myself.
In seperate news, I think I’ve decided that 2006 is going to be the year of music.