September 9th, 2005



My tummy's not happy. My gut was REALLY unhappy between about 1:30 and 3:30 am, but now it's my tummy. I couldn't even eat half my waffle this morning, which is teh serious suck. It could have been lunch, although the timing seems odd. It could have been the serious case of nerves at about 7 last night, or it could have been dinner, but I barely ate anything then, on account of that bout of nerves. At least, I thought it was on account of the nerves, at the time. I wish I could just blame this on one thing and move on. Do I toss the leftovers, or not..... Probably, just be to on the safe side.

Thing is, I would be nearly ecstatic if not for this silly stomachache (?). Bouncing off the walls, even. Interpret that as you please, because I don't believe I will be saying more than that. So there. Neener, neener.

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I am safe in Hutch. Nice, uneventful trip. But I am not in the attic this time - I'm in Patrick's room, since he's away at college (my youngest brother is going to college. This takes some getting used to).