Update on my stomach infection that I love so much
Well, my mom asked me how I was feeling, and this is what I said word for word.
"It feels as if though Captin Falcon falcon punched my internal organs out, then taking sand paper and rubbing it harshly on them. While they're bleeding, he sprays a whole bottle of mace and then dumps a whole can of oil on them, throw a match on 'em, puts them back into my stomach and then Falcon kicks me in the same spot."
"...Ohh, should I schedule an appointment for the doctors?"
"Yes, that'd be lovely."
Now imagine that.
And seriously, that's how it feels.