20) I Ate Something Terrible

​Just finished eating my homemade turkey sandwich. (It was alright.)

I am placing the rest of the turkey meat back in the fridge.

What smells?

That spoiled turkey. (Too little, too late.) I cannot rewind time, unless I shove my finger into my throat. That way, I can yack. (I am not ballsy enough to do that. Forget that.)

I killed the rest by dumping them into my trash bin, which is outside. (I am done smelling that.)

Why did I eat it?

I was hungry, and somehow, my smell was not functioning yet.

For now, I shall suffer the consequences. I will wait it out, until I have to go. Always, drink more water as well. (So my acne will slowly go away as well.)

I am not going to die. It ain't the end of the world. Luckily, my throats feels fine.

​Look, I have the energy to finish this blog. Not realIy. I am weak to talk about this.

Why, so?

If the famous adventurer and survivalist, Bear Grylls, ever reads this entry, he will be laughing out loud, and shaking his head.