Today I Did Not Throw Up

...but it was a near thing, I'll tell you.

I took the kids to Thomas Amusments (for those who aren't local, this is a little travelling fair with ride that migrates around Newfoundland all summer, spending a few weeks in every mall parking lot). They were eager to take me on a ride they went on with Jason over the weekend called Starship 2000. If you click that there link you'll find a description of the physics of the ride. My version is: it's one of those centripetal-force rides that slams you against the wall of the ride. You experience the sensations of being spun around rapidly, tilted backwards, and rolled over with a giant steamroller, all at the same time. During the process I felt much like a set of bagpipes being played by an enthusiastic drunken Scotsman on roller skates.

I staggered off some two minutes later feeling closer to hurling than I have in a very long time. Told the kids Mommy had to sit down on a bench for a few minutes. They held my hands and were gentle with me. I wanted to die, but I didn't.

I won't be going back on the Starship 2000.

In happier news, I put a bunch more book reviews up on Compulsive Overreader, so you should read them and comment. I need lots of feedback. It makes me feel happy and validated. Comment, comment, comment.

I may need to lie down again for a few minutes.