My stomach is fucking with me ...
My back hurts. I don't know what the hell I did to injure my back, but I'm suspecting never sleeping in the same bed is contributing. I have my super-squishy bed at home, and the ancient springy bed at my mom's.
I'm getting sad again. I'd rather that not happen, though I long ago accepted that my moods are somewhat out of my control.
I want to feel better.
Michael just showed up ... i feel a little better.
I have all sorts of stuff i should be doing at work right now and I'm not.