Wednesday, August 28, 2002

Poor Mich C sprained her ankle today, so some ankle massage was in order. The thing is, the liquid I used to massage her ankle is still on my fingers. Major eww, I assure you. Now, after two bananas, I'm almost convinced that I managed to get some of the residue of the liquid in my stomach. My lips burn, so I must have brushed my fingers against it or something. Urgh... queasy stomach. Stomache. Stomach. Stomache. Whichever. Amazing what things bother you when you're potentially going to die during the next 24 hours.

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