Motherfucker.
Diarrhea all night.
I’m thinking botulism. Maybe salmonella.
Or the dreaded E. Coli, scourge of my eldest cat, a few years before he died. Went on six months.
Or maybe it’s cancer. Or Crohn’s.
Or dumping syndrome, even though I have all my intestines.
Target: 700 words
Written: 54 words, novella: The Mungk
Read: Just A Geek, Wil Wheaton
Comics: Saga 25-28
Music: Out My Way, Meat Puppets (much as I respect and love Kurt Cobain, I will never understand his love for these guys)