Today I was feeling nostalgic. I was also feel very very very sad and very full of self-loathing. These feelings came together in a productive way: I sought out and found the nice, out-of-the-way (and thus, rarely used and comparatively clean) bathroom that I often puked in back in the early 2000s, when I worked my first job. Back then I was so effin thin and young and full of hope (well, not consciously, but looking back, I should have been). Now I am nothing but an old wreck, a vacant dilapidated void of a person (who, ironically, is being suffocated in fat).
I had a darn good hurling session. I hurled the requisite 8 times. The hurling activity did not yield a particularly copious amount of fluid as I hadn't ingested much, but I still left with that delightful dizzy feeling.
"The dizzy dancing way you feel/When every fairy tale comes real" (Hole? JoniM?)
