Friday, 2 March 2012


recently i attended a barbie, which to the non-australians, means a barbecue, and all was well until i got home. felt slightly under the weather, and went to bed. woke up and the wrath of gastronomic gods was upon me. now, before i go on, let it be said that i do not blame anyone or anything at the event for my situation.

in any case, nausea, discomfort, leading to vomiting, diarrhoea and eventually loss of motor function. much like any situation i get when i meet my crush. the loss of water was ridiculous, the lack of nutrition was... inspiringly not too bad except for the fact that i could not move farther than 20 metres. and basically the whole week has passed and i'm only getting better.

we've all been there, some undercooked food or drink laced with pesticide or small mishap while playing with radioactivity. scht happens. but it's always nice to know that no matter what you do, you can always count on our little unicellular friends to tear you a new one in hours, reminding you that you are a mere vessel and their every whim is your command. or expunging bodily fluids. either / or.

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