So I was pretty close to being dead last night. I was sitting at the dinner table, having folded my laundry and washed my face after getting back from a trip to E. City, and I was eating. Flank steak, a huge baked potato, sauteed shrimp in butter and garlic, asparagus, fucking portabello mushroom caps which had been chopped into small squares and also sauteed... it was GOOD, to say the least. So I had eaten about two strips of flank steak, small strips, and a couple shrimp, a few bites of potato when I looked at my mom. Everything went REALLY fuzzy, like I had stood up too fast, but I was sitting. I remember saying "I don't feel so good.