It's either mental retardation, dementia, or just plain stupidity.
I have certain things that I should just not eat. Brown rice is one of them.
What happened the last time I ate it? Demons, my friends. Demons knocking around my GI tract that no exorcist could exorcise.
So, what did I do last night? I had an hour to burn around dinner time so I went to Whole Foods and ate off their hot bar.
MMMMMM. Enchiladas and spicy corn and LOTS OF BROWN RICE.
And as I ate that damn rice, all I could think was "Why don't I eat this stuff more often? Why do I eat white rice?"
That question was answered at 3 am this morning when I couldn't uncurl from the ball of agony I was in.
Brown Rice! You ate brown rice! And you loved it! And it tasted good! And you got sick the last time you did it too!
Note to self: STOP EATING BROWN RICE. START DRINKING JACK DANIELS.
If I'm going to imbibe in something that makes me feel awful the next day, I might as well have fun doing it.