foomart foomartTuesday, November 28So I was puking the other night, a rather pleasant vomit, I'd say, almost a luxury vomit. I wasn't drunk and it wasn't too urgent so I was able to neatly extricate myself from between Emma and Spencer, walk around Delancey who was sleeping on the floor on my sweatshirt, like she does, and I even had enough time to tie my hair back and arrange the bath mat in front of the toilet for my retching comfort. While I was puking up whatever Bad Thing it was that I ate, I had time to do some thinking, and here are the thoughts I had:
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