The provolone (or is the mozzarella?) is calling me. Can you hear it? The seductive whisper of "just a little taste, oh it will be so good." I must resist it's siren song. The left-over Chinese food is chiming in too, "c'mon, a little chicken & snow peas never hurt anyone." Yeah buddy, like I haven't heard that line before.
I'm having a another colonscopy tomorrow (just because I had so much fun the last time.) As I'm not allowed any solid foods today (hello jello!) I'm fucking starving. The stale pretzels on top of the refrigerator that I really should have thrown out weeks ago? Sound really really good to me right about now. And I have to drink that nasty shit that makes you shit. And when I say nasty I mean REALLY NASTY makes me want to puke instead of poop nasty. Admit it, you wish you were me don't you?
Pray for me.
UPDATE: I've been drinking this crap for 3 hours and am NOT pooping. Me, the one who poops non-stop is not pooping. WTF?
UPDATED UPDATE: Still NO poop. And I ate a cold wonton (ok,2 cold wontons. And they were fucking delicious).
UPDATE #3: I love Casey Blake.
MORE UPDATE: Can you believe this shit? Or should I say non-shit? For the past 10 months all I've done is shit my brains out and now? When I want to? Not so much.
Seriously, what happens if I don't go? Should I stop drinking the stuff?
ALSO: Shut up Rick Sutcliff.
A LITTLE BIT LATER: We have poop. Lots and lots of it. Be careful what you wish for.
