(no subject)
Cake... was a bad idea. Have eaten too many pastries; Europe is so full of them... that cabbage pastry has haunted me for days and I am not sure if it actually had cabbage in it. If it did, it probably had a tape worm as well... now with that cake, Jesus, I'm praying to you that you give me the birthday gift of a bowel movement that doesn't feel like I have garbage disposals in my intestines... I can't help my diet, everyone here eats coffee and cigarettes or taffy and peanuts, those are the basic diets, and when I get my coffee I get the occaisonal muffin or other breakfast pastry, because I am used to sustenance... and it... is... killing... me. I need to stop being weak and admit that I can survive on coffee alone, no solids of any sort. This is the most lower-body pain I've had on a major day of celebration since that fourth of july ferret thing which nearly got me disowned... Goddamn, I'd fuck that cake up if it wasn't already in various stages of digestion.