Uh, btw, after a way-too-early alarm, a non-stop-rainy-day, a stupid non-heated-workplace in a freaking freezing day, I dragged my lunchbox along. It guarded me even during my diarrhoea attack.
At lunch I enjoyed my chicken curry, heated at point. Everything seemed in peace…
Well, war was just beginning. Farts kept congesting within my insides, and I couldn’t dare pffing any, had to hold ‘em for life. I held them so firmly, Now that I got out from work five hours ago, I still have the same tons of air trapped inside me.
It. Fucking. Kills. Me.