So I woke up with severe diarrhea today at 4:30am. Traumatized by the prospect of some witch casting a spell on me, I lay in my bed trembling like a frightened mouse.
Once daylight rolled around and I could whine about it to my amazing parents, I decided that witches didn't exist and I should do something for the drama-queen named my belly. Just drank homemade ginger tea and it wasn't impressive, simply cuz I put too much ginger and let it steep for too long. Nonetheless, it kinda made me feel better, and I would think that the burn at the back of your throat makes for a great drink in winter.
Hm. Maybe this will be useful in the future. In the future, here, in Singapore.
...Yeah.
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