Bellicular annoyance

Bleh. Everytime I bend my belly hurts. Standing is fine. Sitting is annoying. But bending is ow. Belly pain = bellicular annoyance. Jake thought I said ballicular when I first uttered the word, and he then asked me if my lady-balls were hurting. I married a weird one.

I have a bahamas ad in my head. Why must ads be so… sticky?

We’re getting pizza on Saturday. Jake’s mum is coming over. So that shall be nice. I like pizza. And my mother-in-law. Who I was going to call the bringer of pizza but we haven’t worked that out yet. Must ask ceiling waffle for it’s divine opinion. (Can’t say ‘mmm waffles’ because I don’t like waffles!)

There is a fan I made out of a piece of paper hanging out on the desk. We needed to cool off the rice the other day so I used all my talents to construct a fan. We were going to eat the rest of the sushi for dinner tonight but the texture went funky. Flavour was fine, so I can’t blame that on my belly.

I made nachos for dinner. They were leftover nachos, well… the flavoured ground turkey was left over from when we had nachos earlier. So I made microwave nachos. I would’ve had something else, but all the other options of leftovers made me feel ill. They are few things I can eat after the day they have been made.

Smallville is on in 10 mubnutes. Or maybe minutes. I shouldn’t type when looking at Jake. He came to be distracting so I looked at him. He wanted a hug. And he touched my lower back with his evil-cold hands that are freezing because they hadn’t been moving, just holding Wii controllers. And now my lower back feels like it is on icy fire.

I got him back though. By massively elongating the word Squidy. Creeped him out. That is awesome.

10 minutes goes by fast. Especially with 3 minutes of tapping nails on the desk. Ow.