We were at Cory's house tonight, enjoying the last touches of summer: babies, barbeque, and [b]eachother's company, when I announced that I was feeling queasy. He had undercooked the burgers and they were juicing. Siiiick. Suddenly, Rin was all, "You do that all the time," and I was all, "Nuh-uh. Wait. Yeah, I guess I do. But I feel sick a lot," and Cory was all, "It's probably dipepsioxycontinateulcer, and it's exacerbated by caffeine intake." Sure. Kill me with your uncooked meat, and then redeem yourself by saving my intestines from future dypepsiaxic disorder.
I retreated from my Diet Coke as he and Heidi and everyone there diagnosed me with hyperulcernucleicacid inflammation of the nauseous or something. So I said I'd go a few days without caffeine, just
1. because I can. I'm no bitch of caffeine's. Caffeine doesn't own me. And,
2. because I do feel sick to my stomach--even when it's not a Big Day.* And,
3. because I haven't ever actually vomited from it, but what if I did? What if I was the one caffeine chose to make an example of and then I died of dipepsidACiosityness?!!
*Editor's note: I've never done that before** This is my first self-referencing with link EVER.
**Editor's note: Not that I can remember, anyway
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