{"id":954,"date":"2005-05-22T11:01:00","date_gmt":"2005-05-22T15:01:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/archives\/954"},"modified":"2005-05-22T11:01:00","modified_gmt":"2005-05-22T15:01:00","slug":"vomitastic","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/archives\/954","title":{"rendered":"Vomitastic"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I totally chundered in my Mom&#8217;s car last night. I&#8217;d been feeling queasy all afternoon, went down for a three-hour nap, and I could feel it coming. Nausea. It was getting late and I had to get home, so I grabbed two plastic shopping bags and a bottle of water and we braved the highway. Sure enough, just as we were getting onto the 427, puke-o-rama.<\/p>\n<p>I think this might be my body&#8217;s way of protesting it&#8217;s cold-turkey cut-off from caffeine and sugar. Movies like &#8216;Trainspotting&#8217; have taught me that hurling is a totally natural reaction to detox from addictive substances, and if my five-cups-of-tea-with-sugar-and-a-chocolatey-baked-good-item-a-day habit isn&#8217;t an addiction, then I don&#8217;t know what is. <\/p>\n<p>So far, this South Beach thing isn&#8217;t feeling so good, but it seems oddly productive. I feel more energized (when I&#8217;m not sleeping or regurgitating partly-digested food), and my profile seems less puffy.<\/p>\n<p>In other news, while garage saling yesterday, Mom and I bought her an abdominal exercise machine for $10, me a really nice blazer for $10, Justin a weed-whacker, a fingerprint kit, and a Transformers desk set for $8, and a hardcover book on the history of the Samurai for JVL&#8217;s dad for $2. There were other items: books, candle holders, the usual chatchkas, but nothing I can think of in the grogginess of the morning.<\/p>\n<p>Peace out, enjoy your long weekend, kids.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I totally chundered in my Mom&#8217;s car last night. I&#8217;d been feeling queasy all afternoon, went down for a three-hour nap, and I could feel it coming. Nausea. It was getting late and I had to get home, so I grabbed two plastic shopping bags and a bottle of water and we braved the highway. <a class=\"read-more\" href=\"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/archives\/954\">[&hellip;]<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-954","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-consciousness"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/954"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=954"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/954\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=954"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=954"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pipesdreams.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=954"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}