Yesterday was full of food poisony goodness. Went down to the shops in the morning for some groceries and got myself a pizza stick for lunch. Spent the rest of the day on the can, or feeling nauseous and kinda dizzy. It was bloody awful.
On the up side, I have a plane ticket. I ship out on the 24th of August, 2 days after I head up to Hamilton to see the folks. In retrospect I should have possibly given myself some more breathing room than that, but that's all part of the fun of booking tickets when you're not thinking straight and your stomach is trying to crawl its way out of your ears, am I right?
Catchups with Wellingtonians are in order. Probably after today since I'm still a leetle queasy.
