I was wondering when my body would have thrusted out the spicy chicken I ate last night, which deprived me of sleep, which I adored, which is now laying at the bottom of the toilet in the form of-
Well, it actually has no shape whatsoever. It’s just a brown blob.
The spiciness has now become itchiness.
I now wonder what kind of poker face will I be showing as soon as I open this toilet’s door at the office. .-.
the Shy Tird 