Like many of you, I spend my days covered in poo and sweat, so when I get the chance to go out, I savour it. Last night Eddie Izzard FINALLY came to Atlanta. I bought tickets through the fan club months ago and was sooo jazzed. I spent nearly two hours getting good and gussied up. We decided to have dinner at a quite reputable restaurant near the venue. The meal was good, I thought. About half way through the show, I start feeling bad, really bad. Not long after that, we're leaving early because I can't stop ralphing. I painted the interstate all the way home, then puked in my front yard too. BF seemed to be o.k. until about half an hour after bed time. Suddenly I hear some unseemly noises coming from his side of the bed and he starts complaining of not feeling well. Aside from an hour and a half stint in the bathroom, he seems to have come through the ordeal well enough. I still feel like crap. I can't believe that with all the animals I have, I've never gotten sick from a lack of hygiene, but one idiot in a restaurant doesn't wash his hands after using the bathroom and I'm turning inside out.