Alright so, I forget that some of my mates are bored enough to read my blog. They don't blog they just read mine. I am now being dragged to gym tomorrow morning with a mate. We're going at 9am. ARGH!
I guess it's the one way I'm sure to go. Shit.
Now, if you follow my blog, I am very excited about some incredible news (I'm sorry, I still can't reveal it yet, but I will...soon!)
Thing is, I thought it was a 100% done deal. Turns out that the deal is 95% done with a few worrying factors.
I am so nervous that I have a million and two butterflies flying around in my tummy. Problem: This could prove to be a case of T.M.I, so if you're squemish, read no further...)
When I get nervous I vomit.
It's attractive. I mean I'd settle for sweating, shaking, babbling like an idiot...you know, all the normal signs of nerves.
Oh no, I vomit. Beautiful hey?
I was sitting at the breakfast meeting today discussing things. I got the excited nervous feeling. Yes, there is such an emotion. I suddenly had the overwhelming nauseous feeling. Oh. Dear. Not. Now.
"Excuse me please." I squeaked, trying to keep my composure.
Thing is, with that nauseous feeling it has a "mind/stomach?" of it's own. It just kinda comes, doesn't it? You can only control yourself for so long, like breathing deeply and willing with all your might, but that ends quickly too.
So there I am, trying to remain calm as I make my way around the tables and chairs. Nope. Too strong, I had to hold my mouth and run.
They now think I'm pregnant with morning sickness and "delicately" asked me if this is going to be a problem with our new deal. Lovely.
Why oh why does this happen to me? It's a cruel joke.