Durian: the aftermath

I guess my body is trying to figure out what to do with the sudden influx of durian into the system. So far, the current methods of coping include: burping durian breath every so often (stellou, this confirms that my diagnosis of the aftermath of your durian consumption last year was way accurate), roiling my digestive system every hour or so, visiting the bathroom more times than is normal in one day, and completely forgetting to go to class at 11 am. When I showed up for the second half of the lesson, having been summoned by a phone call, I still didn't get that I was one period and not just one minute late. The kids had a good laugh about that.

On the bright side, even though I dug greedily into each fruit, my fingers do not reek of durian. Perhaps the soaps they make nowadays are more aggressive than what I had as a kid.