One nauseating weekend

So, how am I today?
Yukkkkk
Grrrrrrrrrrrrr
Fujjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj
Just like that!

The toilet bowl sucked me inside this morning while going peepeee, tumbled me three times in the bowl, spat me back, smiled at me and as a cheeky monkey said: Have a daaarn good day!

I get nauseous every 10 minutes to no relief; I get better every 15 minutes, start to organize my letters, but by the time I'd actually finish I leave it a mess ...
I pick up the phone with my cheery voice and 5 minutes later ask the person on the other line whom I CALLED to mercy me and hang up, because I'll throw up .... In this attempt I get back to the toilet bowl, I look at him ...
"Just jokin " ... I walk away ... Everything stays inside and starts all over again ...

... My head spins, body aches, I am hungry, but not hungry; I am sick, but not sick, my senses react wildly. Even the beautiful flowers or Geoffrey's coffee mouth smell - direct me towards the toilet bowl, but I refuse!
He'll only smile at me and send me right back to my nauseaus state! ...
He'll just tip his lid and say "Have a good day! "

The F*&*(&cker!

P.S. The flowers are on the balcony, what do I do with Geoffrey? :o)