jr conlin's ink stained banana

There are certain thoughts that one has at 3 AM while the preceding night's meals make a hasty retreat via any and all orifices:

1. dining off the hot food bar at Whole Food's may result in unwanted experiences.
2. it's experiences like these that make me really wish there were adjoining flushable facilities.

Still, there's a weird realization that relief generally comes about the next day when consuming:

1. Saltine Crackers
2. Gatorade (original flavor)
3. Hamburger, small fry, and a coke from McDonald's.

It's as if my body has told me, in no uncertain terms, "Bother me not with your all-natural, organic, obviously spoiled hippy food! i demand to be nourished by products not touched by human hands and generally fairly hostile toward life in any form!"

Bodies are weird.