Ugh, my stomach hurts… I need to seriously regulate my eating habits. Whenever things go the least bit wonky my digestive tract decides to have a holiday. A bad holiday. One of those holidays from hades.

Anyway. I skipped one meal today and had to eat dinner at 9:00 at night, and now it feels absolutely disgusting down there. Stupid ulcerative colitis. If I’m ever in charge of my own planet in some strange alternate universe my first order of business will be to do away with digestive disorders. They’re too unladylike.

Crap, Erick just signed off. I was gonna IM him cause I need something funny. He’s always entertaining and fun to talk to. Poopy. Probably had to go to bed. I should be heading to noddy-land as well, but my stomach hurts too bad. And I’m obviously going loopy, because I just said “poopy”, “noddy-land”, and “loopy” in the same paragraph. Egads.

So I’ve been watching Stephen King’s “The Stand” on DVD, and it’s been giving me nasty nightmares. It’s not like watching it has freaked me out, it’s afterward. I think I talked about this already. It’s blogger de ja vue. Anyway, I’m bringing it up again because I just finished part two, and now I’m afraid of what I’ll dream. Last time it was that crow dude, and then this freaky dead-looking old guy staring at me, making funny noises, and doing unpleasant things, but thankfully I can’t remember what those unpleasant things were. Probably stupid stuff like not helping old ladies across the street, and speaking too loudly on their cell phones in public areas. My dreams are usually like that.

I think I might play solitaire for a while to try and calm my stomach, although I have no idea what medicinal value cards have. Good night (I hope)!