Today was a stomachache day so I didn't do much. Though it was axe-in-the-gut bad at its apex, I note that it was my first in over three weeks (I've been keeping a log ever since my
zomg it must be cancer dealie in December), and the ache faded before bedtime. After an entire afternoon of reading and napping on the couch (I also got up unusually early to take a business call), I let myself have a little bit of coffee to clear away the mental fog, and I did not double over in agony. So that's all good.
I hypothesize that it was from eating poorly yesterday. Among the things I ate was a Grade D cheeseburger (seriously, it was like unto an elementary school's cafeteria output) from the probable source of my food poisoning last winter. Don't ask.
Yes, I will bring up the stomachache days when I go to the doctor next month.
I am reading
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, by the way, lent to me by
dictator555. I'm enjoying it a great deal. So far, it's my favorite of the series. I know, in two short sentences, what the big reveals are, but I don't know any of the details and am having a tasty time discovering them. It reminds me of my going back and watching the first two seasons of BSG after watching most of the third one, actually.
Yesterday I played some games at one of
dougo's occasional game parties and felt like a cranky little shit for a lot of it. I hate when I get that way; I will say or do something cranky and then try to make up for it with a display of forced non-crankiness and really I don't think it fools anyone. So, if you happened to catch a whiff of that, sorry.
I will try to be better about it later. I think that I didn't really feel like playing games, and kept agreeing to more games even after recognizing this. What the hell? Eh.