the tale unfolds

There was something awork in my stomach. The juices were churning, there was a chemical conspiracy afoot. My stomach's plan: to reject it's contents like an erupting volcano all over my lap and futon. Let me tell you that it carried this plan through without a flaw. In by sleepy stupor, i suddenly realized i was soaked in gastric juices and food bits, and that more was on it's way up my throat. I had no conception of where it was all spilling to, and of the consequences, and i vaguely remember rising and reaching the bathroom, and haphazardly cleaning my legs somehow, and chucking my clothes into the corner of my room, along with the soaked sheets and mattress, and my last waking vision was the stomach acid dripping on the carpet from the corner of my folded sheet.
When i awoke in the morning, an offensive smell reached my nose. The smell of putrified vomit. Sickened, i grabbed my soaked underwear and sheets and dumped them out on the terrace. I put on some clothes because my room was freezing--i had apparently opened the window at some point because of the smell--and tried to get more sleep, on the floor and under the cover that i salvaged. Whenever i briefly woke again, i smelled vomit but would ignore it and try to close my eyes. And after i got up, it seemed like i was smelling vomit all morning. I immediately walked to the convinience store on the corner and bought a hot red bean bun, and stopped into the grocery store and got some black bean crackers and a rice cake full of red bean, and i ate them as i walked around, trying to breathe some fresh air. I suppose i had a bean craving. After i got home, i spent my morning rinsing off my underwear and sheets in the bathtub and dropping them into the washer, scrubbing my floor where the dripping occured, and trying to figure out how to get my mattress and blanket clean. I carried them outside to the landromat (a cramped indoor corner stuffed with machines) and discovered that no washers would accomodate the size of my washables. The whole time i kept catching whiffs of vomit from the blanket. I then dragged them to the cleaners, and was told it would cost 40 dollars to clean and would be ready in 10 days. I told them i would clean them myself. I brought them home again and asked Ash what to do. Only upon speaking to him did i think of a brilliant idea. I could just throw them away. I went downstairs and got big garbage bags from the superintendent, and he kindly helped me dispose of them behind the building in a secret garbage stash where i supposed they would eventually be taken care of. He tried to tell me to wait till April, but i told him i was going home then, and he finally gave in, thanks be to God. After this i took a shower to wash away the stink, and finally i was done. I celebrated by eating all i had left resembling food in the house--pumpkin seeds, old tofu, and some strips of dried sweet potato. And here i am. The adventure has come to an end, and i am wiser because of it.