After my vision stopped going black from the pain, once it was possible to think of something besides just how much my stomach hurt, I thought of a good way to describe what I was feeling at 6:00 this morning:
Pizza Hut is playing pinball inside me and they just hit multi-ball.
They're out of quarters now, though, so I'm feeling fine now. Actually, I'm feeling a strange "lightness" (or perhaps "highness") at the moment; maybe I've got a bunch of endorphins floating around that I don't need anymore.
I guess I'm starting work early today.
ah yes, nothing beats the feeling of waking up at 3 in the morning to groggily ask yourself "why am I awake" only to have whatever you ate for dinner remind you before you've finished the question.
Remember the sounds that Homer's stomach made after he was hit repeatedly with cannonballs? Same sounds.
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