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Ever have one of those shits where you just open up your pipeline and burning sludge falls out of your ass? I think I lost an intestine. I really can't even consider tonights events 'shitting.' There wasn't any 'shit' involved, just semi-liquid acid ick. And it's not like I actually controlled my bowels at all. All I could do was rock back and forth; forward was on, backward off. Eight hours and it's still not over.
Here's a story: Since I don't go out much, Bryan generally brings me back food at dinner. The easiest and tastiest thing he can bring is a Taco Bleco Chicken Quesadilla. Two fit on a mealplan, but often I only eat one at a meal and save the other for lunch the next day. So last night he brought me Quesadillas AND Tacos. Tacos don't reheat well, so those got eaten immediately. Quesadillas go in the fridge.
So today I am hungry and want lunch. Quesadilla. And later in the evening I am hungry and want a snack. Quesadilla. Only the second one I ate wasn't from last night. There was one Quesadilla left over from three weeks or so back, just chilling. Until I grabbed it and ate it today. I'm not totally with it all the time, so I just kind of fished out a Quesadilla and down the hatch. I thought it was kind of dry, but the taste wasn't too bad.
BAD QUESADILLA. I realized my mistake whenever my guts rolled into a square-knot.
In other news, my room is infested with spiders and now I can't sleep. Right now spiders scare me about as much as snipers, with the added bonus that they are actually IN MY ROOM. And I'm pretty sure the spiders are real. GODDAMNIT! Of all places, why do the little fuckers have to hide under my bed?
Here's a story: Since I don't go out much, Bryan generally brings me back food at dinner. The easiest and tastiest thing he can bring is a Taco Bleco Chicken Quesadilla. Two fit on a mealplan, but often I only eat one at a meal and save the other for lunch the next day. So last night he brought me Quesadillas AND Tacos. Tacos don't reheat well, so those got eaten immediately. Quesadillas go in the fridge.
So today I am hungry and want lunch. Quesadilla. And later in the evening I am hungry and want a snack. Quesadilla. Only the second one I ate wasn't from last night. There was one Quesadilla left over from three weeks or so back, just chilling. Until I grabbed it and ate it today. I'm not totally with it all the time, so I just kind of fished out a Quesadilla and down the hatch. I thought it was kind of dry, but the taste wasn't too bad.
BAD QUESADILLA. I realized my mistake whenever my guts rolled into a square-knot.
In other news, my room is infested with spiders and now I can't sleep. Right now spiders scare me about as much as snipers, with the added bonus that they are actually IN MY ROOM. And I'm pretty sure the spiders are real. GODDAMNIT! Of all places, why do the little fuckers have to hide under my bed?