you know you're a geek if....
So I wasn't aware that I shouldn't take Vicodin on an empty stomach. As such, I spent most of this morning lying on the couch willing myself not to throw up. I really don't know anyone who likes throwing up, but I have this bizarre, deep fear of vomiting. So every time a wave of nausea came along, I would take my mind off of it by reciting the text crawl to Episode IV: A New Hope.
By the time I got to "pursued by the Empire's sinister agents," the nausea would ease up.
So now I'm stuck in this weird place - I need to take the Vicodin for the pain (the amount of which I totally underestimated), but I need to eat to take the Vicodin, and I'm not really supposed to be eating anything. Catch 22!
I guess I'll start reciting the crawl from Empire soon.
It's pill poppin' time!
Rather than bore you with more dental blogging, I think I'll just go back on the couch and not turn the computer on again until this evening, when I will finally announce the Twinkie Poetry winner. I was told to watch silly movies. I shall obey.