Fucking Olive Garden Sucks Ass

I went to the Olive Garden yesterday and I seriously think I got food poisoning from them because I feel like shit today. My stomach feels awful, I feel weak, and my throat feels awful as well. I coughed up some phlem earlier today. It's going to be a long day. I can just feel it. I don't have to work today, but I feel awful. I don't know how this is going to affect me personally, but I will say I am doubtful if I will ever go out and eat again. My stomach started feeling bad right after I left the restaurant, or right before I left. And it's been feeling bad ever since. It cost me any fulfilling experience all morening, as I lay in bad, wondering when this awful feeling will go away. I haven't felt like this in a long time. Here's what I'm planning to do about it: I am going to say, "I am healthy and I feel great," over and over again so that I can finally feel better and imagine myself feeling good. I do, I feel great and I am very healthy. I really do. Let's take a moment to help those in need. Visualization is the key to achieving what you want. Sure, it doesn't work if you're not skilled at it, but you have to hone those skills over time and maybe you'll get the hang of it. Who cares about baseball though? I'm sick of the whole steroid thing. Steroids in baseball are so wrong, but people still use them. PEople don't care. Some do care. The thing that really gets me is that people who don't get tested are the most likely ones who are using them and because they do "random" testing, it is impossible to really know who is doing it and who isn't. Which is why I believe that they should test everyone. Even the people who, if found guilty of using steroids, could jeopardize the game's fan base. Remember when you used to play baseball with dreams of becoming a professional athlete? And then you realized that you would never be able to do it? Wasn't that a crushing dream? Until you firgured out what you're suited for. And you found your purpose, probably more fulfilling than the entertainment value of baseball. I don't know, I'm not a doctor. ha, ha, ha. Whatever. I have shit to do. Peace out mother fuckers.