Looks like I won’t be able to make up for my bad run on Tuesday… sick with some kind of wicked stomach thing. It feels like a gnome gnawing on my innards.
I blame it on the fruit snacks.
And the strawberry pop-tarts.
I have a thing for fake fruit. My gallbladder found that out the hard way.
Pretty sure I’m not making this any better by drinking Jamaican-me-Crazy flavored coffee, either. Bring on the IBS. And Bunheads. I love Bunheads. (Sutton Foster is hilarious).