nothing like rounding out a fabulous weekend of fabulousness with a good steady bout of blowing chunks. it’s really choice…really, it is.
so i’m throwing up, right?
now, mind you…there’s nothing left inside of me to throw up, at least, not logically…but for some reason i’m still hurling…and the windows in the girl’s bathroom are open…and i’m thinking either the basketball court or another room is nearby because all i hear between spewing is dudes cheering. like they’re watching a game or something…i know they can’t hear me barfing, but it’s very disconcerting.
and i’m supposed to be unpacking…but it’s going so slow…
s l o w
