My stomach is in a state of HORRIBLE. I would love to blame it on the popcorn from the Astros game last night; but I don't know for sure what started this so I'll refrain from creating a popcorn scare.
It has been singing to me since about 1:45 this A.M. Sometimes it screams like a heavy metal song, sometimes it croons like an old country song. Depends on it's mood.
However, it continuously hurts. It doubles me over. I can't stand up straight. I can't really walk - it hurts to be upright.
It feels like there is a small leprechaun in my tummy with steel football spikes on the bottoms of his shoes, with a pitchfork and probably some killer hair with gel in it. You know, the super frozen hair-dos done up in spikes that look like they could stab you in the eye and cause you to be blind for the rest of your life? Yeah. Joy.
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Sorry you aren't feeling well.
How are you today? Any better?
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