I found the image first, so I am afraid that I am going to attempt to match its tone (not that I have ever hoped or required that of the myself and the header image) but today has been so less than bubbly rainbows, that I don’t want to lose the verisimilitude.
But you might wish I’d lose it.
Last night is where the story of today’s sourness actually began when I tried to go to bed around 1:00a.m.-ish. This is not atypical on a Friday night. However, as I tried to relax and breathe and do whatever dope-on-a-rope trick I have to finagle to get my overactive mind to go into hibernation mode, I realized I felt a bit off. I ignored it, as you do, because it’s late and the offness wasn’t centered anywhere or to do with anything. Again, not so very atypical. I feel I’m already adding too much tension to what is only a scatologically-focused bit of puff. I woke up with a start and felt it must be morning with the quite classic, but very atypical for me, worrying feeling in my colon. Quite worrying. So off I went to deal with the…ahem…matter and put myself back in bed as a good girl should. I woke up again. It was only 2:30a.m., but equally indisposed. And again at 4:00a.m. I popped an antacid in sheer desperation. And then 8:30a.m. when I finally said I’d rather not play the old game again and made myself get up for the day. Now, I’m not sure if it’s my beloved shakes, or what, because I had one for breakfast and felt not great so I decided to just not eat ever again. And in the interim thought about cleaning or moving about, though didn’t, really. Mostly just played more Bioshock Infinite, thinking I could follow the walkthrough and breeze through it, but it’s certainly taken it’s fair share of time today. And somewhere in the midst of all that, I got some appetite back and thought I’d do a proper low-carb frittata and bake it in the oven with sausage and cheese, and I baked it and it was good, until around 2:00p.m. my poor little stomach started the gurgles once again and away we went. And at 7:00p.m, and now 10:30 or so, after a strong dose of Pepto, it continues, though I suppose, I would call it abated.
Insofar as I call preponderance of shit anything at all.
So I hope to feel better tomorrow, to be more active and organized and answer the schlub who deigned to message me on OKC with nothing really to recommend himself (I’m equally mediocre and disinterested, so this should be smashing.) as well as the girl who wants to order me about with the writing group.
I really want to not be laid up again and waste another beautiful day waiting for something to get better.
I suppose I should apologize for this post, but there will be another one tomorrow, like it or no.