McDonalds sucks

Yesterday I went back to the outlet mall where I had found the skirt I wanted to buy for the chartering on Saturday night. I tried on the skirt and hated it. I looked awful and worse, I felt like crap in it. I put the bloody thing on when I looked in the mirror, I felt fake. I didn't feel like me. Normally, when you dress up, you aren't supposed to feel like yourself it's true. You are supposed to feel like a more glamorous rendition of who you are. That is the way I felt when I wore one of my grandmother's gowns to a FIJI formal during undergrad. I didn't get that feeling when I put this skirt on. I felt dowdy and frumpy and like I was swimming in material. So, I took the skirt off, hung it up and left. Feeling, honestly, like a failure. What is wrong with me that I can't find a decent gown for a formal gathering? Something that is simple, understated, elegant and doesn't make me feel like crap when I wear it. I decide that I am going to find a simple skirt or pants here in Ann Arbor. Patrick said he doesn't care what I wear, a burlap sack would be fine with him, so long as I am happy in it. Although, he did say I can't wear any Bosnian refugee clothing (for those of you who don't understand-this means that I cannot wear any clothing that is so large that I can fit a family of Bosnian refugees in it with me). Damn.
So, I leave the mall and realize that I am starving. The only thing on the way out of the city is a McDonalds so I stop and get a grilled chicked sandwich without mayonnaise. It was AWFUL. I choked it down on the way home because I there was nothing else until Ann Arbor (an hour away). I get back and later on that night my stomach is not so happy. It doesn't like the chicken sandwich either. Patrick tells me I am running a fever even though I am cold. I don't sleep very well and this morning I woke up with a headache. My stomach calmed down but I called in to work for the morning because I am not going to play "race for the porceline god" the office edition.
Tomorrow I am taking the day off to go with Patrick to see The Incredibles (yay!) for our anniversary.