ick...

some weird worm just dropped from the basement drapes. i think it's only a couple of inches long, but it sure made a loud sound. at first, i thought it was a centipede, which is a pretty rare occurence in this house...thank god.

speaking of ick, i think i have to give up riding amusement park rides that go round-and-round. friday night, lois and i decided to go to Lakeside to get in the last train ride for the season. of course, that also meant eating evil food like ice cream, popcorn, pizza, and cotton candy...and then getting on a few more rides.

one of Lois' mandatory rides is the Tilt-a-Whirl; she can handle all the round-and-round while i prefer the up and down. well, this time we got spun REAL hard on the Tilt, and i was NOT feeling very good. i sat on a bench while she took a fling on the Scrambler. and about ten minutes later, i found a nice, dark, secluded spot to puke my brains out (which doesn't take long, but sure makes a mess).

thought i'd be okay in another ten minutes...i wasn't...so we ended up leaving, but not before spraying the vegetation (twice) on the side of the parking lot with the Sprite and water that i couldn't keep down.

undeterred, we stopped by the King Soopers on 38th and Sheridan to get some Trident, in hopes of eradicating the evil acrid leftover taste from the volcanic spewing :P the flavor helped for another twenty minutes, when i had to get rid of it because the smell was just adding to my nausea. by then, i was losing my mind anyway, clinging to the seat belt like it was the reins of a bucking horse. it was so bad that i had lost feeling in both hands when i got home. in my delirium, i was begging for a pillow and blanket so i could sleep on the floor of the bathroom, just so i could be near the can.

luckily, that was the last of the terror. yeah, i did sleep in the bathroom for about three hours, but made it to bed and slumbered for another five. that was twenty-four hours ago...i'm feeling about 90% better now.

i'm just wondering if i am now relegated to the slow, easy rides for all eternity. until yesterday, i hadn't gotten sick from an amusement park ride since i was a kid (regardless of what or how much i had eaten). i hate to say it, but i think my bout with Labyrinthitis in 1996 has left me more sensitive to equilibrium related things; i must have some swelling that never abated.

so look for me on the Merry-Go-Round. i'll be the guy passed out on the flying pig, with the empty box of Dramamine...