Jumped awake at 6am to encounter more of a mud pie than a pancake. The ensuing clean up operation in the bathroom revealed the result of the seismic activity which had kept me awake most of the night to be my very own mini grumbling volcano forcing its way up out of my abdomen. A few glasses of water failed to quench the flames and the volcano continued to grow.
Therefore, after 5 hours of being doubled up with pain I resorted to 2 cups of strong black coffee, fully aware of the consequences. Within 10 minutes the Vesuvian pretender began to spit out boulders and finally erupted at 12pm with an outpouring of a whole gambit of volatile matter and earsplitting noise. Still spewing a steady stream of coffee coloured liquid lava an hour later, Mount Jabba had subsided. The fact that I could stand up straight was evidence enough of the relief I felt. It was time for breakfast.
Well, that's my average morning, how about you guys?
Therefore, after 5 hours of being doubled up with pain I resorted to 2 cups of strong black coffee, fully aware of the consequences. Within 10 minutes the Vesuvian pretender began to spit out boulders and finally erupted at 12pm with an outpouring of a whole gambit of volatile matter and earsplitting noise. Still spewing a steady stream of coffee coloured liquid lava an hour later, Mount Jabba had subsided. The fact that I could stand up straight was evidence enough of the relief I felt. It was time for breakfast.
Well, that's my average morning, how about you guys?