Crummies in the Tummies.
Thank you Dr. Seuss for putting abdominal misery into metered rhyme. Thank you family for leaving me to curl into the fetal position on our couch whilst you play in the snow. Thank-you HBO for having such crappy programming this weekend. I actually resorted to the NBA Slam Dunk Contest. Which, by the way, was amazingly entertaining. Except when they spoke.
My father stopped by this afternoon to see if everything was ok. He'd left a couple of messages, and I haven't looked at my phone in over 24 hours. He actually backed away from me when he saw my face.
So I got that going for me.