I hurt. I hurt so bad and I think I'm gonna puke, but I'll get to that later on in this entry.

All in all today was fun. I went to the Dodgers game with Berek and Rob. I don't really like baseball, but Rob is a huge fan so I went along. And you know something, I had fun! I really don't know what went on during the game other than that the Dodgers won (Boo! Hiss!) but that's cause it's not really a sport that I understand. Now, I don't say boo and hiss because I wanted the Angels to win. In my opinion, both teams are evil. The Dodgers are evil because they're traitors (yes, I know how long ago they left Brooklyn, but they're still traitors). And the Angels are even more evil because they're owned by Disney. So I wasn't rooting for much of anything other than carnage. Besides, I only root for the Cubs. The fun part came in just being there. Hanging out in the stands with Rob and Berek was fun. And Rob made good on his promise to keep me in weiners and beer. Dear God, I think I'll be drinking only Slim Fasts for the next week. I am not kidding. I ate a mini-pizza, a cheeseburger, a few bites of frozen yogurt, a Dodger Dog, and two Krispy Kreme doughnuts. I also had a beer and one and a half sodas. Ugh. But it was fun. Until the pain started.

After the game we all headed to the Pig again. I really like that place and don't go there often enough. Got a Thai Iced Tea there. Rob introduced me to those and they are very good. I also tried a sip of an Iced Chai because Berek said they were very good. It was good and it tasted like pumpkin, but I'm not into it. Too sweet for my tastes.

After the Pig we went to Carl's Jr. to hang out for a bit. And that's when the pains started. Searing pain and I had to keep running to the bathroom. I think I made an enemy for life there. When I was in the bathroom a drunk girl was yelling at me to hurry up (and I tried to) but she ended up peeing herself cause I wasn't quick enough. Berek and Rob were both very amused by this. Now I've done some scary things while drunk, but at least I've never wet myself.

Anyway, I started getting sicker and sicker. And nauseous. Very nauseous. We left Carl's and I started to pray for death on the ride back home. I've been making bathroom runs ever since. I think something I ate at the game is messing with me very badly. Ow.

Well, I'm back at home and except for getting sick and having searing stomach pain, it was a pretty good day. I logged on because I wanted to check a news web site. We saw some sort of explosion off in the distance while at the game and I wanted to see if there was anything about it on the news. There wasn't. Weird.

Rob's currently making up characters on our WWF video game. I'm gonna head off and check that out and then lay down. I hurt.