Oversharing is caring

Urg.  I'm swaying at my computer with not much sleep, and even less food in me.  It seems as though I had a disagreement with something that I ate last night.  No, disagreement is too polite a word.  I think whatever I ate set off C-4 explosives inside me and then cackled with glee as it took a joyride through the tubing of my body and out my various orifices.

Even now, my stomach groans like the wood of ancient temples being swallowed by the roots of the mountains.

Anything could happen from this point - and I don't  mean the Ellie Goulding song.