*whistles the tune to an unknown song*

My stomach is out like whoa. Which sucks, because I don’t usually bloat. I usually just burp a lot like I’m possessed. Which has only just started. Ah, I can feel it getting better. Nothing like a good ol’ gaseous exorcism.

I also can’t walk properly, have to keep my right heel off the ground. Which is my fault. I haven’t attacked my feet like this in a very long time, and this is rather mild compared to what it used to be. Grossed Jake out though. Skin shelf. Oh yeah.

Today has been relaxing and nothing-ful. I felt like crap for most of the day, lots of naturally sugary drinks of juice have kept me awake and feeling ok, but I fell asleep on the couch this morning/midday. Man that couch rules. It’s like… so soft and comfy and snuggly and awesome. Would be even better when it’s not hot.

For dinner tonight, Jake was having some of last night’s leftover roast chicken (the dark meat, I got to keep the white for my meal) with a panful of peppers (capsicum), onions and a giant zucchini Barb gave us a few days ago from her garden. So I wasn’t jealous, and I was totally happy with my meal of leftover pasta and cold yummy white meat chickie. And then he goes and uses up some of the tikka masala sauce we bought yesterday. And all of a sudden, I wanted his food. At least there is still at least 3/4 of the jar for a proper home indian type meal. Hope it turns out good. Hope the store next door has naan. I can’t believe I forgot naan.

Now I must go lay down and read or something. Sitting up makes me feel like I’m about to burst and have my guts fly out my belly button. That would be way too messy to clean up. And gross. Don’t forget gross.