All things return.

Yesterday morning, I did something that I haven’t done in 17 years.

I puked.

I remember now why I quit doing that. Because it sucks. A lot. I don’t know exactly what caused it. It could have been all of those sprints that we did at workout. It could have been that protein shake I drank after running all of those sprints at workout. Perhaps I am allergic to whey protein. Maybe I am allergic to sprints. Who knows?

These are things I do know:

1) It was not food poisoning. I only had one occasion of puking. Granted, there was multiple pukings in the single occasion, but none after that. And the quivering butthole has only produced one big wet flatus. So not a stomach bug either.

2) The only thing worse than drinking a protein shake is puking one back out through your nose. All you smell for the next few hours is vomited protein shake. And it gets all in your beard. I know that I’ve made it seem quite romantic and you are reaching for the whey protein and syrup of ipecac, but stop. Don’t. Do. It. That shit’ll ruin your life, man.

So, the puke has returned to my life.

Speaking of things returning after having been away for a long time, they are back. Who? The Swedes, of course.

It’s good for you.

They’ve been doing grown-up stuff. And now, they are back.

This is where the new Regular Ordinary Swedish Meal Time video would go if it had been released yet. But apparently, I have another 6 hours to wait. sigh.

Today is Thorsday. The day of dealing with the gods. Bank runs for Jesus and thunderstorms. Goodie.

I’m off to try not to puke.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC