Every morning I find I have produced (and maybe everyone produces?) about half a cup of bright yellow stuff (bile? resentment? hopes? dreams?) in my stomach over night. On the days when I know that Greg and I are both going to be in the office, and I am going to see him, I seem to find it necessary to puke this stuff into the sink right after I brush my teeth. It's watery; it goes right down the drain. I strain and hurl over it until all that yellow is gone. It's vomiting, okay? On days when I'm out of the office or I know Greg is, I don't.
Do they make a Hallmark card for this? Oh, my love, when I am about to be near you, I must empty my stomach of nighttime residue. Always be mine.
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