In which I raid the ‘fridge with possibly dire consequences.

There’s a potluck at work the first Friday of each month, and the left over food tends to sit in the ‘fridge for awhile before people remember to take their Tupperware containers home. This means that if you’re me – and therefore too lazy to walk across the street and buy a sandwich on your lunch hour – you dig through the leftovers and eat stuff that’s many days old.

I didn’t eat anything for breakfast today, so around 1 o’clock I was starving and nuked the rest of the black bean soup. Then, on my lunch hour, I tried to eat some of the thai noodle salad but it was sour and I tossed it out unfinished… but not before eating several bites and trying to decide if it was really off or if I was just being a dork.

So I could be dying right this very minute. Srsly. Because I feel a little funny.

Hopefully I won’t get food poisoning, because that would totally put a wrench in my let’s-go-eat-at-Kelly’s-after-work plans with K!