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Apparently Tuesday night marked the evening my stomach and possibly, small intestine decided to stage their escape attempt out of my body. Holy God. You know you're sick when the bathroom floor feels like the most comfortable of featherbeds, and you wake up and don't mind that you're still there. Also, the next day, when your entire upper chest and the muscles therein feel like you've been carrying small children across burning oil fields ? Yes. You were extremely and violently ill.
Also, I think I have watched more Law and Order SVU than is healthy for any human being. Although seeing Margot Kidder (That's right bitches.. Lois Lane) play an incestuous mother to Hillary Swank's creepy husband? Worth every minute.
Good days...
Apparently Tuesday night marked the evening my stomach and possibly, small intestine decided to stage their escape attempt out of my body. Holy God. You know you're sick when the bathroom floor feels like the most comfortable of featherbeds, and you wake up and don't mind that you're still there. Also, the next day, when your entire upper chest and the muscles therein feel like you've been carrying small children across burning oil fields ? Yes. You were extremely and violently ill.
Also, I think I have watched more Law and Order SVU than is healthy for any human being. Although seeing Margot Kidder (That's right bitches.. Lois Lane) play an incestuous mother to Hillary Swank's creepy husband? Worth every minute.
Good days...
posted by LC Greenwood at 10:26 AM
4 Comments:
Are you sure your liver wasn't driving the getaway car for those two escapees? Like Valerie Perrine in the helicopter? (tag back, sucka!)
Shrek is an Ogre who lives in a swamp. Only FedEx will deliver to him.
And just because you're all up Napoleon Dynamite's ass doesn't mean you've got the 411 on today's youth, either....
Only those who don't know how to drink properly throw up from the liquor. Ergo, I have not thrown up for that reason in more than 5 years.
sucka.
Touche.
Last night was possibly the worst night (physically) of my adult life. Food poisoning. And I did it to myself. After midnight, I was hugging the Porcelain God every hour on the hour (just about). I got ZERO sleep, and now, my neck feels like Andre The Giant sat on it. I never knew I could feel SO weak. I shat my whitey-tighties (twice!); I got snot and sweat all over my shirt. All I’m consuming right now is Sprite, water, and Gatorade. As Chuck Palahniuk is fond of saying: When a normal person gets sick she pops a pill. When a writer gets sick she takes notes.
I have pages and pages.
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