MSG = not a friend

MSG is not a friend. My body was asking me for a tasty dish from the place downstairs, "China Wok." You would think that I learned my lesson the last time I ate there. Apparently being consumed by salt once, wasn't enough for this broad. Nope. So, now, here I sit. Feeling as though my stomach, legs and arms could explode at any moment. Like a scene straight out of Monty Python's Meaning of Life. Although, that would definitely be hilarious. Not to have it happen to me, of course. Just to have it happen. You know, the scene where the big guy goes into the restaurant and eats everything on the menu. Then the server offers him one last dinner mint and, after much discussion, the guy finally takes it. Moments later, he's puking all over the place. Good old fashioned projectile vomiting. There's no other scene like it. Ever. Those Monty Python boys sure know how to make a guy puke his guts out. (my favourite part is when the guy barfs on the waitresses head as she's putting a bucket down for him. LOVE it!)
Yeah, so enough about that. That's how I'm feeling right about now. Toxic.
4 1/2 hours left to go. It won't come fast enough.
Maybe all I need is a good trip to the washroom to help rid me of this waste. I somehow feel that won't do me any good. I'll have to wait it out and let the wok nature take it's course. Wish me well in this quest.