Puke

Last night was no fun. I think I got some sort of food poisoning from funky broccoli. Anyway, I felt badly before bed. Then, around 1:45 I got up and was sick. I was up from 1:45 until about 4 this morning. Then, thinking it was over, I went to bed. At 6 I got up again and went at it for another hour. Indeed, I've been expelling unhealthy stuff from my body a lot in the past 24 hours.

I just had to go again. What's amusing about the second day is that you know enough not to eat anything much, and so when you have to see what you've been consuming again, it's like a baby's spitting up. A very violent spitting up. A dry-heave-inducing spitting up. Also amusing is the point where you've just finished one direction and think, "Ah, heck, I'm already in the bathroom. I might as well save a trip from the couch and tap the other end now." It is a truly bizarre fatalism.

At least now I'm slick as a whistle and all that can be left is a dry heave here or there.

By the way, when will this end and allow me to return to being a person? I'm beginning to doubt the idea that it was food poisoning since my whole body is dying. My headaches, I'm shivering, and of course my abdominal muscles are sore.

I'm gross.

T