It's 3:45 a.m. on the fifth of July, and I have the worst case of insomnia I've ever had. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that every time I close my eyes, my stomach cramps and gurgles, and my guts start to get their booty flu on. I've read for several hours and have taken Tylenol PM, but everytime I get comfortable and nearly asleep, I have to make a mad dash to the potty.
I'm actually going to take a real-live sick day.
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booty flu...ick...
feel better, toots.
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