I felt existentially nauseous all day. At first I thought it was the ennui. But then I realized that I haven't seen Paul for six days.
Coincidence? I thought. Unlikely.
But then I threw up. So maybe it was not existential nausea after all. Maybe it was good, old-fashioned regular nausea, triggered by rancid food or a parasitic fetus. Or maybe ...my new ro0mmate is trying to poison me!
*cue sinister music*
(To be continued...)
2 comments:
Parasitic fetus? Who are you, Bella? You're Bella! Ha, ha, ha! You hate yourself. Stop hitting yourself, D. Stop punching yourself in the neck.
YOU TAKE THAT BACK THIS INSTANT! I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!
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