Where's Sigourney? All the plans I had for today got temporarily dashed, meaning I have to work twice as hard for the rest of the three day weekend, provided that I don't get horribly laid up tomorrow either.

Some sort of creature has been trying to push out of my stomach all day. It's either an effigy of an Alien or a Predator, or a horde of ninjas with katano's going crazy in there. I figured out that it was really in there when I doubled up in pain after arriving in the kitchen to shovel down some breakfast, despite nagging pains in my back that had kept me awake since eleven. The toast got cold as I hunted for a new cure, cheerios, and could not find them anywhere. Godzilla, figuring she was doing me a favor, popped my toast back in for me to "rewarm it". I drank some juice, trying to drown the ninjas, but all for naught. Instead, the smell of radioactively carcinogenic toast seemed to bolster their strength and energy. The knife happy gang went wild as smoke poured out of my kitchen appliance, and I mourned a slice of once good Pagnotti before fleeing upstairs away from the smell.

Thoroughly energetic, the alien /predator/ gang of ninjas in my stomach prevented me from movement as I lay back in bed. If I moved, they clawed and twisted and contorted my guts. Even when I did not move I had horrendous pain coursing throughout my body. It was completely flabbergasting and painful, and a complete waste of my time. So many other things to do in the world today and I end up fighting ninjas with advil. I was right pissed off.

On the good side, I have only had two cigerettes today as a result of this tiring battle.


  ¶ 7:27 PM