Fried.

Piece. of. Butt. That's what I feel like today. And yesterday. Oh wait, and the day before.

I am seriously contemplating going to the doctor for a shot. A shot. I know right? Utterly ridiculous. I have been violently ill the last couple of days and couldn't even take full advantage of JM being in town. That really upsets me. He's coming in to town for no other reason than to see me and all I want to do is hang upside down from the couch so that maybe if I act odd, I'll feel better. Logical, huh? Didn't work, FYI.

Yuck. Ugh. Gag.

Maybe I should have titled this, Attack of the Tummy, Part 4,000.