Friday night I went to the movies with Laquel and Mark.. AvP. Don't bother with it. Hoorriiblah!

Mark was nice enough to dogsit China for the weekend so Saturday/Sunday was spent in the city with Matt. We did all the usual touristy stuff, ate sandwiches at the park, walked around Fisherman's Wharf, went to the Farmer's Market at the ferry building (late). It was a lovely weekend.

However, it was riddled with more gastrointestinal problems.

Saturday evening we made this KICKASS dinner of chicken fajitas. Mucho yummay. As pleasurable as the meal was, my stomach burned for the next 5 hours as I was coiled over in the fetal position. Last week was particularly stressful on me emotionally, and combined with the spicy food and lots of coffee, my stomach/small intestines brewed the perfect environment for a bleeding ulcer. I found this out after googling 'black poop' as a result of a trip to the bathroom.

The next morning my stomach still burned but to a much lesser extent but going down to the ferry buildings was rough. I felt dizzy, light-headed and weak. I layed down for a little bit after we got back, then we went to the Berkeley Marina for some fresh air where I felt eons better.

Last night I treated Matt to Yammy sushi.. Mmm. We ordered 5 different rolls and I kept asking him, "Are you sure? It's a lot of food.." and he kept replying, "Oh yeah, I can *eat*. No problem." I was skeptical because compared to a lot of guys I've known, he doesn't really put it away like some guys can (like Amit or my brother, whoa nellie). Anyways, food came and as we were eating I could tell he was getting really full with lots of roll left. Sushi was oozing out of his ears and finally with 2 pieces left, he finally looks at me with sad, puppy-dog eyes and says, "Sorry baby, I just can't." haha! He amuses me.. it's such a guy thing, I love it.