Sickness

Holy smokes.

I am feeling reminiscent to a corpse.

The start of my awful day started at about, oh, 2:00 am when one of my three cats insisted on being a lunatic. Because there wasn't any food in the dishes he decided to scratch our front door (wooden) as well as our back door which has metal screen - both of which are loud enough to get anyone up.

His purpose you ask? Merely to get me awake to feed him.

I love Bill (his name) but he's truly a devious little bastard. And take note that this is far from the first time he's done this; he's done stuff like this many times before and for variety of reasons too (food, wanting to be let outside, etc).

His obsession is unparalleled by anything on this earth.

However, that's very little of the actual reason why I'm feeling like shit. After visiting Starbucks this morning (yes, I hate the place, but it's a weekend morning ritual for "Lemon Cranberry Scones") my stomach got extremely sick which eventually led to countless visits to the bathroom.

I am very much unaware of the cause. The only thing I can say is that it wasn't the Scone which caused my sickness. My father also had one today and is feeling absolutely fine. The only thing I can think is it may have been something I ate last night: watermelon (which was the worst I've ever had in my life) and steak. I suppose it's possible that the watermelon was the cause, but the time frame makes no sense..

Haven't a clue, but thankfully, I am feeling better. My stomach has settled down.