Ugh, hugging the toilet is not fun. My vacation from praying to the porcelain god was going so well, but my visa just expired and the border patrol threw me back into the jungle. That’s what you get for drinking a das boot at Hiedelberg followed by Jack shots. I am craving a Capri sun. [...]
Ugh, hugging the toilet is not fun. My vacation from praying to the porcelain god was going so well, but my visa just expired and the border patrol threw me back into the jungle. That’s what you get for drinking a das boot at Hiedelberg followed by Jack shots.
I am craving a Capri sun. They were a staple in my mini fridge in college and a go to after abusing my liver. Those damn little straws were annoying though… Luckily I have found something close to the cool sugary deliciousness that comprised every sip of the decadent beverage. Initiate phase 1 of the hung over protocol. Baby steps, baby steps….
And as I was nodding off on the subway this morning I caught a glimpse of some amazing banner advertising from the MTA.
“Feeling under the weather?”
Yes.
“Then stay off the subway.”
Idiot.
I tried to comprehend the obviously well thought out message that my tax dollars helped put together, but I was concentrating to hard on not exhuming what was left in my stomach on the cute girl reading Life of Pi. And where did this phrase come from? Isn’t everyone under the weather? Can you be above the weather?
I think a more appropriate message would be “Do you find yourself in space occasionally and wonder how you got there?”
Can’t wait to nap…
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