FAIL.

I should be at the Art Walk right now showing off and being awesome. Instead, I am at home, lying on my bed, with a heat pad because my tummy hurts. No more Greek food. Ever. Except that's totally a lie because I'll probably eat Greek food again, just not in the near future. It was just bad, I was woken up by my tummy being unhappy very early in the morning, kept having stabs of pain throughout the day, and finally, when I left work to head downtown to the gallery, I had the biggest pain of my life while stuck in freakishly awful traffic. It was so bad that I couldn't take it and went off the freeway into Hollywood, and then was promptly sick.

Eww.

In the end, I have no one to blame but myself. Except the Greeks. And the people who make Hot Cheetos. *cries*