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Sunday, May 18, 2003 ( 9:43 PM ) Lostcheerio So I thought, this morning, that I would eat half an orange. I mean, half an orange is a mild little stimulant. Barely a breakfast. Mostly juice. Then later, sitting in church, it became clear to my why I should not have eaten half an orange. Why, in fact, I should not eat anything ever again as long as I live. Made it through singing in the choir. Made it through the announcements and prayer. Then as the communion hymn gets rolling I think to myself, "This is excellent cover for mysterious noises from the bathroom" and I scoot out and vomit uproariously and enthusiastically all through the second verse. Then there was the issue of my stockings. Which were BINDING. So I took them off. But, can you really walk back into a church service carrying a balled up wad of stockings? Especially when the door to the bathroom is cruelly and ruthlessly at the FRONT of the sanctuary? No, you can't. So, I shoved them under the bathroom cabinet, waay waay back beyond the next few months of toilet paper and hand towels, back into the depths. And if I remember, I will retrieve them on Wednesday night at choir practice. And if I don't, then someday someone will find them and be perplexed. That is my vomit story for today. # |
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