When I got back to my dorm twenty minutes ago, I had half a fried egg sandwich in my stomach, and most of a glass of Dr. Pepper. Now I have the contents of half a pudding cup in my stomach.
Thanks, Aunt Flow.
Really, is it really necessary for my stomach and my intestines to revolt every time my uterus explodes? Like, really? I guess I should be thankful that my kidneys are still functioning. :|