mangia bene, an operetta with a moral

the saga of my belly, as told by sabominator:


yesterday i was overcome with PMS hunger; the endless great-basin belly syndrome.

i ate a mess of cold spicy sesame noodles with chicken from the chinese truck.

it was soooo good until about 5 pm, when it became sooo bad.

i thought my ovaries and stomach lining were fighting over which got to digest me from the inside out.

too sick was i to eat any dinner but midol and guinness. which helped.

so i went to bed hungry, arose more hungry, and breakfast was like a trickle in a silo.




no more chinese truck.