Thursday, June 30, 2011

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Early Monday morning, I found myself in the unique position of being huddled in my friend's somewhat cluttered and grimy bathroom (he's a guy, he doesn't clean the way I do), puking up any water I tried to keep down while God, Gandhi, and Satan debated for my soul. Or rather while Satan taunted me, daring me to give up and die, while God sat in the background making sure Satan played by the rules, and Gandhi just sort of sat and released little pink lotuses of positive energy every now and then.

It takes a while to get back on your feet after an experience like that.

4 comments:

  1. Oh boy! Paying homage to the porcelain king is never fun. Get better soon.
    I hear you on healing b/c I can't chew foods while my mouth's healing and it sucks to have gastro issues b/c of the antibiotics.

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  2. I'm sorry to hear you've been ill, but that description really made me laugh!

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