The reason I was coming home to the country, was to celebrate my friend Amelia's engagement on Sunday, I intended to leave Sydney on Saturday Morning, but 6:30 Saturday morning I was trowing up 'Exorcist' style, I would have a sip of water, then proceed to throw it up, I'd take a swig of antacid and would throw up minty chalky vomit, and then when i had emptied all my stomach and digestive organs of all contents, I still managed to throw up more...

Why?

Because on Friday night I was hungry and there was nothing in my aunts house, except for pizza, and I ate two maybe three slices of it... I forget that I can no longer eat pizza, because, pizzas have bread bases and as long as bread is still made with flour I can't eat pizza, I know this and you know this but I always forget about anything and will submit to the yeasty goodness because, I'm weak, i'm oh so weak.

So my love for dough and it's related foodstuffs, prevented me from going to my friends engagement party.

and this is my life.

Am visiting home for the week shall be back in the big smoke and back to work on thursday or friday depends on my mood.