My stomach seems to have joined an acrobatic troupe. I can feel it doing roundoffs, flips, and other such feats. I suspect that it is hoping for the gold medal in the summer olympics.
I have a guest visiting for the next few days. She listened to me talk about things that are making my gut act like a tigger on cocaine. I picked her up at the airport last night at 12:40am and we did not get to my apartment until about 3:10 this morning. I am pretty sure that I will be failing any sanity checks today since my body absolutely refuses to sleep beyond seven under any circumstance. Stupid internal clock.