I have voiced my distaste(pun always intended) for the emancipation of recently ingested foodstuffs at least once before, typically citing it is the most undesirable natural bodily function I experience in life. Said distaste is usually elevated to the most vile status of something that is literally "hated" with the intent and fervor which itself falls short of my truer feelings on the topic. A sad inadequacy I am unsure can ever fully be rectified in this life.
It is, therefore, painfully(pun still intended) obvious that I did, in living reality, experience this heinous and detestable act at one(thankfully the only) point during this day, exiling the day as a whole into the chaotic realm of unwanted delirium, barely rescued in its status as a day by the five or more excellent, and wholly contradictory, experiences I was pleased to enjoy nonetheless... even if marred by the preeminent catastrophe's potency of vile treasure.
And now, having expelled this lumbering mass of word chunder, I must lay my mind at ease and retire to the place of potent quality in restoration and removal. My bed beckons gently as a beacon through the fog is silent, intermittently illuminating this day's escape.
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