food poisoning?

That wedding food did not sit well with me. They had Peruvian and Indian food. It was very tasty, but I woke up this morning feeling like they were battling it out in my stomach. It was the worst feeling ever. I just finished eating a meal--Mom made me eat even though I didn't feel like it. It's the only thing I've eaten today. I feel gross. Hope it's not food poisoning.

There was a hot waiter at the wedding that looked like Christian Bale. The resemblance was uncanny. He took my plate away and got real close asking if the person next to me was finished--she had left. I said I didn't know. He smiled. Lovely, lovely. I was hoping he'd come back when that lady came back, but he didn't. Oh well.

Scooter called me when I was out shopping with Mom. He thought that I wanted to finished the test roll this weekend, but I told him I meant next weekend and that I'm not in SF. Tomorrow, I'm going over to his place to finish the roll of film. He said he wasn't feeling well, and I told him to drink tea and juice. He's so lovely. We hung up. A minute later, he calls me again and apologizes because he meant to call someone. What a dork.