The Texaco/Shell Operation Phase II: Fax War has begun. I have now faxed the proof of payment to them approximately 10 times. Now that the work week has begun again, I will be on a regular schedule of faxing them 3 times a day until I get my money back.

This weekend I decided that since I always have hockey on Saturday, that I would be able to make better use of my time if I learned to do things on Friday. So this Friday I made the decision to go to a friend's house to play guitars and hang out and stuff.

I decided to arrive having eaten, so my best gal picked up some food on her way home from work. She went to Wendy's, and at my request got me a hamburger that is a substitute for a burger they used to have but appear to have discontinued. The former burger was a Quarter Pound Texas Double Cheeseburger. For those of you not from Texas, "Texas" in burger names usually means it has mustard, and pickles. instead of mayo or whatever the hell usually comes on them. In the case of Wendy's, the replacement burger has mayo, and no pickles.

Anyhoo, so I ate one of those. Instead of dwelling on the fact that the Texas Double was gone, I decided to embrace change and eat it with mayo and the tomato, which I usually remove. Fine, it tasted ok, can't complain. Went to my friends house and had a few beers, nothing to heavy. I would estimate maybe 4 or 5 beers, 6 at the very most. Little while later, I had some espresso flavored vodka mixed with sprite. Kinda icky, but not too bad. A little while after that, something hit me like a ton of bricks. BAM, suddenly I felt dizzy, and I was sweating profusely. I proceeded outside in the backyard and commenced to puking. It was not a particularly hard vomit session, but I was disappointed nonetheless, because it broke my streak.

So, I was not vomiting because of the alcohol, I can drink 8 times that amount and not even bat an eye. Is it possible that the tomato and mayo on the burger made me sick? I felt awful the rest of the night. The next morning, I was still feeling really nauseous and sweating profusely from time to time. At one point, I even started sort of dry heaving. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I appeared to sort of have a black eye! It was not a normal black eye, but I could see a lot of busted blood vessels under my left eye, and the rest of my eye looked unnatural. The only conclusion I could draw from that was that I had puked too hard, even though it didn't seem like it.

So I felt bad the rest of the day, but I had to push on because I had an important hockey game that night. Regardless of my bad time, I played fairly well, and we won the game 8-0. Now, I have had food poisoning before several times and none of them were like this, so I am not exactly sure what the hell the problem was. It was quite bizarre.. and I cannot with any certainty say what exactly transpired to make this situation occur.

Other than that, my plan of utilizing the weekend to its fullest worked out great. I may try and take on more expeditions on Friday nights, since Saturday's are locked up by hockey pretty much year round.