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I felt like a zombie last night and this morning. I ate chili-cheese corn chips for dinner last night, and the corn chips tasted like motor oil. After dinner, my stomache was all in knots, leaving me less than patient during the online HLA3 meeting. When I woke up, I didn't feel ant better. In fact, the smell of cooking breakfast kick-started the forceful release of bodily fluids from both ends of the digestive track.  I was running to the facilities every couple of minutes for the next several hours.  I couldn't even keep down water. 

In fact, I had to make several stops on the way to work.  Eventually, I was running behind and called in.  Just as I figured, they didn't even want me to come to work.  That's exactly why I didn't call before leaving.  Once I gave up on drinking water on the way down, I was able to quit expelling bodily fluids.  Unfortunately, not hydrating while exercising during an extreme heat advisory left me weaker amd weaker.  Only my willpower got me the rest of the way to work.  I guess I looked as bad as I felt, so I went next door to 7-11 and bought an overpriced refridgerated 2L of Coca-Cola Classic in the hopes it would settle my stomache.  I felt a lot better after chugging 8 or so ounces, and continued to drink it throughout the day. 

I ate a few crackers on my morning break.  Later, I finished the rest of the crackers and the soda for lunch.  However, I couldn't really eat much of my chicken vermicelli.  I guess I'll have it for lunch tomorrow.  I'm cooking up an English muffin right now, which I hope to have with peanut butter and jam as my dinner. I'm guessing that the oil in the corn chips went rancid, causing food poisoning.