Dear Body,

Fuggin' a. I'm sorry. I drank too much last night, I get it. You made your point. LOUD AND CLEAR. I know I deserve some of this, but comeonnnnn, give a girl a break. I like the toilet in my new apartment but not when my head is in it. I've tried everything. I've given you all sorts of nutritious goodies today and you've rejected every single one. Hell, I'll compromise. Will you please just accept some water and a Tylenol to get rid of this jackhammer in my head?

Forgive me please and let's move on. I'm begging.

Vom (literally),
M in SF