Greenland

It's a bout of something or other.
Whatever it is, it's giving me the runs - oh and literally as well.
Dashing to get to the bathroom on time is laughable when you're not the dasher.
And the gripes. Oh! the gripes. Uncontrollable, untimely, unmodulated pain!
Only thing I can blame is the fungi-ridden bread.
Yeah. Green as grass. But of course I didn't have my specs on.
First bite tasted erm, for lack of originality, grassy.
Yeah, like vegetable.
Then I spotted the first spot. Mega-spitout after. But already swallowed a good mouthful.
Argh.
3 days.
Dehydration sure makes one feel kinda lethargic, kinda woozy, kinda pukey.
Like when pregnant.
Just the scare alone knocked me out last night -
only to be woken by serious, unrelenting, gripes.
Wonder if an entire meadow has grown in my gut.
Why does it take so long to wipe out the greenery?
Bothered me so much I even dreamt I lost so much water weight that I could ask my sister to borrow her dresses. Chuh.
Least am still positive.