Friday, January 13, 2006

The Grossest Day Ever

So, ever since the non-wedding, my stomach has been precious, to say the least. But today it finally went overboard. Not enough sleep combined with some yoghurt for breakfast equals a truly nasty trip to the bathroom where my imaginary friendship with James Frey seems more real than ever. You know when he's talking about pieces of his stomach coming up, yeah. I've been there. It's not a fun place to be.

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