My friend Kim married a nice Italian boy named Rafelle and their reception was yesterday. As is usual when I hang out with Kim, we drank a lot. I figured, heck, how often am I going to get to go to their wedding reception? I guess the secret is that they’ve been married for a while and kept it under wraps. They still act like newlyweds.

Anyway, I didn’t sleep well and I had stomach problems. They crept up on me, though. I though I’d get sick to my stomach, and slowly, I did. This morning my head didn’t hurt and I didn’t feel lethargic, but I still had an upset stomach. I wonder if I was hung over or if I got sick from the food. It’s probably a combination of both, but it really seemed more like the food.

So I worked from home today, and took it easy. I had the joy of two phone calls, one for “Mr. Funji Marka” from Qwest, and another for some other unintelligible name from the Portland State Alumni Association. I don’t need any extra phone services, and I promised that I wouldn’t give PSU any money unless a rather cruel instructor left. So both calls were for naught.