Adam's Curse

Originally Posted Friday, April 12, 2013

I have a bad bachelor's habit of picking up glasses off the kitchen counter and using them again.  I'm lazy and don't want to have to wash so many dishes.  This morning, I mixed up my vitamins in a glass sitting on the counter top and drank it down in gulps.  I didn't taste it until the last mouthful.  Something was wrong.  What had I put in this cup?  It was an odd, oily taste.  Then I remembered.  I'd used it to shake a martini last night and it had some of the olive juice in it.  My stomach started to roil and rumble, bubble and gurgle.  Instantly my stomach began to cramp.  This isn't how it works, I'm sure, but this is how my head works.  I will be waiting for the squirting diarrhea and the vomiting for hours.  It is the way my head is made.  I feel weak. 

The air didn't cool last night.  The morning is gray.  I am back in the tropics.  I shot late last night with the girl I photographed with this weekend.  She brought a cello.  She brought a violin.  I asked her to play.  She could only just manage the cello, but what she played on violin was beautiful.  I am pretty good at reading people, but I swear I cannot get a read on her.  Her eyes tell nothing.  They are opaque.  Unrevealing.  Her boyfriend came along this time.  It was late when we quit shooting, but they stayed and stayed and I felt the need to entertain them.  I was not asleep by my usual hour. 

So this sultry morning with a suspicious stomach and little sleep, I do not want to go to work.  But I have to.  I must.  There are things that must be done that cannot wait.  I would rather lie on the couch and nap away the day.  But such will not be my privilege.  I must suffer Adam's Curse.