I'm scooched down way far in my chair because if I sit or stand up, I'm afraid my Fruit Loops won't last long in the tornado of fury and hate where my digestive tract once was. For the past few days, it's been getting worse and no up-chucking yet, thank goodness, but it's just the misery of that feeling. There's nothing worse in this world than feeling nauseated. You all know what I mean. It comes and goes...if I'm being active like out for a jog or playing a softball game or eating (that is an activity), then I feel fine. The mornings and nights are the worst. That's why I'm being lazy right now and talking to you about throw up instead of writing a real post. Why AM I still talking about it? I dunno.
Before bed last night, we found the full episode of Will Ferrell on Man Vs. Wild online and watched it. It was awesome. They were up in north Sweden in the Arctic and they had to eat a reindeer head for breakfast. Is it sad that I thought to myself, "Hmmm...I could eat that."