mood: uncomfortable
music: conant's melifluous voice
CPCetc: damn you, gut-busters! damn you to wherever it is you are damned to!
** **There was a dead fuzzy thing on my street today. I turned without thinking and almost got hit by a bus. I woke up the entirety of University Avenue with my ridiculously loud and ill-placed horn. And the three straight days of gut-busters have left the right side of my belly swollen from lack of gut to bust, thus making all movement of the torso about as comfortable as it was at the end of June. And despite Will's valiant and appreciated attempts at trying to make me feel better, I'm just not having any happy bunnies prancing around me this morning.
Le sigh.
So how are all of you today?
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