Today there was a LISSA (student association) meeting right after my class, so I went and was social for a few minutes, and I ate a slice of free pizza. Now. I have been making an effort to eat more healthily lately, but I still eat all kinds of disgusting things all the time; indeed, this weekend was a regular orgy of PMS-induced junkfood eating, with the chicken tender, brownie, quesadilla, and soft-pretzel-stick food groups all more than adequately represented. And I never, ever suffer any ill effects from eating all this crap; I have a true iron digestion.

Or so I thought. That slice of pizza made me feel like I was going to die. Upon being swallowed, that slice of pizza immediately tried to claw its way out of my stomach. In short, that slice of pizza had it in for me. Others were eating the pizza with no apparent ill effects. I do not know why my body so forcibly renounced the pizza and all its works, but damn! That hurt. I will probably go to another LISSA meeting if they continue to meet right around the time I have class, but I will not be eating any more pizza. Ow.