I went to the Olive Garden last night and ended up getting probably the worst food poisoning I’ve ever had. By the time we got home I had to run upstairs and lock myself in the bathroom. I stumbled out an hour or so later and explained to my wife we would need to remodel it. There was simply nothing left that was salvageable and the entire bathroom would need to be taken down to the studs. I crawled into bed and half expected the police to show up. What I had done in there was a crime. I fell into a fitful sleep well before midnight and dreamt that not only had I shit out my Tour of Italy, but my soul as well. I woke up sweating and convinced that I was not a ghost but the shell that a ghost might leave. I feel hollow and hungry. I wonder if I will feel like this forever.
Happy new year.