I am such a mess! I just woke up and am completely awake, and I only went to bed an hour and a half ago. I woke up with a sore chest cavity and had a quick conversation with my stomach:
my gut: haha! I'm making you all sore!
me: I know! That's really mean. I hate you gut, what did I ever do to you?
gut: Well, at midnight you gave me a bunch of suckers and some little generic brand crispy crunch squares, and then at 4 a.m. you gave me Popeye gum and gobstoppers.
me: But I thought you LIKED that!
gut: Oh Andrew, you are so so naive.
me: But you acted all happy when you got the chocolate!
gut: I was being POLITE, duh. You really have a long way to go until you understand how guts think, you poor poor creature.
me: I am so sorry! I just don't understand at all. Can I do something to make it better?
gut: Too little too late my dear andrew.
So there you go, once again the fickle andrew/andrew's stomach dynamic has been messed up by a lack of foresight on my part. I am sorry stomach, one day I will make it up to you.
07:42:35 - 1999-12-10