Diuretics, by B. Walsh Cupboard
last night i woke up at 4am to a guy wailing hopelessly in the street to a girl, something passionate and probably romantic comedy gold, but i sat up in bed and started coughing. felt uneasy, went to the bathroom and thought i was going to be sick. calmed down and went back to bed and thought about the things i had eaten during the day that may have been bad to me. then i realized that i all i ate or drank all day was a small bowl of bare pasta and two cups of coffee in the morning. drank a big glass of water and went back to bed. whenever kathy is traveling to other cities i am home alone and i forget to eat, but not drinking is some other kind of dangerous. don’t forget to drink!



















