Diced Carrots

I finally stop lobbing my guts up.... but I'm keeping within ballistics distance of the lavvy. Even tho' I’ m sure the bilious attacks have stopped, whatever made me ill has moved deeper within me and is now racing through my large intestines like a Porsche.

So, I didn’t goto work today. Instead I slept, mostly, in-between bouts of "speaking in tongues" into the big white telephone and watching "Trisha" and the endless precession of dysfunctional leasure-wearing-baseball-hatted fuckwits trying to work out which uncle is the farther of their two-headed children...... and for a brief moment I didn’t feel like the sickest person in my living room.