Went to a Bob Dylan concert last night. It was fantastic. Crowd were a bit zombie like, but that's the British for you. I went on my own but it turned out that my friend Val is a fan. I clearly don't know her that well.
When I got home from work yesterday, I couldn't be bothered to cook for myself. I started out by having a snack of peanut butter on rye which turned into a meal of peanut butter on rye. I gobbled it down fairly quickly and felt so ill I had to go and lie down. My stomach soon settled and I was OK until the last half hour of the concert when I started to feel really tired. I just put it down to being a lightweight. This morning, after having my breakfast I had awful diarrhoea and felt dreadful: headache, aching neck and tired. I lay down for 20 mins and with no improvement, I called in sick. I slept for another 4 hours and now feel fairly reasonable which is good as I'm off out with Val to see Ricky Gervais tonight. The peanut butter is in the bin. I scooped it out of the jar because I know I'll fish it out after convincing myself it wasn't the real culprit. Funny thing is, I used to hate peanut butter but it turned up in a food plan I've just started so I thought I'd give it a go. I'm all grown up now and no longer think it resembles poo. When I first tried it I wasn't that impressed and I worried about the high calorie count. I even threw it away but fished it out of the bin a day later. I've read that people who are intolerant of certain foods sometimes end up craving it which may be what has happened in my case. I've been eating low fat food for so long, I think the peanut butter is way to rich for my delicate constitution.
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