i learned what launching projectile missiles felt like.
not a good feeling,
i’ll font you that.
i’m out of energy and ready to collapse.
i thought i’d update the foxhole fam before i do…
i decided to order a philly cheese steak,
with everything on it,
from a spot around the corner from my job.
i’m cool with the manager over there so he looks out for delivery.
i get it,
and it was good.
an hour later,
i’m in the bathroom.
puking and shittin’ everywhere.
i had to forward all calls to another station and send visitors to another floor.
i went to the bathroom like 3 times.
thank God i have supervisors now that are understanding.
i knew the trip home would be a bitch,
so i decided to drug myself up.
i keep pepto and draimaimine in my desk in case of emergency.
this was an emergency.
nothing is worse in new yawk than being “the sick passenger on the train”.
the dreaded sick passenger who gets on sick and stops the train for medical assistance.
we hate those kind hyenas and i was NOT about to be one.
it was like i had kryptonite bubbling in my stomach because none of those pills worked.
it was still coming out of both holes in a rotation.
as soon as it was time for me to go,
i went to duane reade and bought some gatorade.
it helped a little.
i ended up getting to my stop with no issues,
because i turned my focus to this game called “animal crossing: pocket camp”…
but it’s pretty fun and i’ll take the judgment…
as soon as i got off…
you guessed it.
it got out.
i launched a mega projectile all over the sidewalk.
in a nice corner where no one could see me.
i try to be dainty when i’m sick.
the bad part tho?
i got vomit all on my phone,
i literally walked home holding my arm out.
i know i looked all kinds of crazy.
i’m in bed now,
cleaned everything off,
and typing this up for you guys.
i don’t feel like throwing up or shitting right now,
but i am tired af.
if i wake up later,