Dont read this if you get queasy..easy

After trying to sleep all day in preparation for the inevitable nightshift, I awoke feeling refreshed and rarin-to-go. I proceeded to the basement where my strong-maker is(weight bench) and was lifting while enjoying the cat urine ambiance that permeates the basement area, when I felt deep in my gullet the desire to empty the contents of my stomach with spasmodic contractions of my diaphragm. Needless to say, I no longer felt the zen of lifting.
I climbed the stairs to my room fighting the urge to blackout and beginning the ever unpleasant coldsweat and shakes that come with waiting to vom. Ploping down on my bed I layed there waiting for the final warning..but then it went away just as fast as it came. "that was weird" I thought feeling just fine. So I went back to getting ready for work, I jumped in the shower and was enjoying my new American Crew citrus-mint bodywash, when before I knew what hit me I got the 1 second warning that the vom was not gone only waiting to catch me totally off guard (the vom farie isnt happy if your prepared for it) so just like that my Cream of wheat farina was launching out my gaping mouth onto my freshly loufaed feet, clogging the shower drain with its mushy mass..and you know there is only one way to fix that, squishing it down with the aforementioned feet.
An unpleasant intermission to what should have been a invigorating shower.

I feel better now.