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Awake at a ridiculous hour again, this time because I was sick. Now I have two muffins sitting on the floor - the remainder of a fourpack - which I am scared to eat. And a bottle of coke I am scared to drink. One of the other things I ate yesterday is toast, so I am scared to eat that as well, which is a bitch because that's my usual post-puking put-something-in-stomach food. Not that I do this often enough to have a usual, but you know what I mean.
If it wasn't one of them, it was the fish supper, or just the influx of greasy food over the last couple of days - I usually eat like crap, but more towards the processed end than grease. Or I didn't wash my hands enough after coming back from the flat and accidentally poisoned myself.
Unfair, body. Unfair.
If it wasn't one of them, it was the fish supper, or just the influx of greasy food over the last couple of days - I usually eat like crap, but more towards the processed end than grease. Or I didn't wash my hands enough after coming back from the flat and accidentally poisoned myself.
Unfair, body. Unfair.