I am not feeling well. I feel like if I take a shit my intestines will explode or if I don't take a shit my intestines will still explode. Maybe I'm just constipated, maybe I have the runs really bad, or maybe it's any number of things. Whatever it is, I don't care, I just decided I'm going to take a shit after this post. Sorry if that's a little graphic for you, but I guarantee you have seen much worse on the internet, especially if you're reading blogs. Therefore, I feel less guilty about taking advantage of your stupidity.
Besides feeling like shit (pun completely intended), I missed class today. I woke up at 1515. Kind of neat, since that's never happened to me before, but that's not the point. The point is that I missed class. Just when I was on a roll to getting back to where I want and need to be. Ah, well, I guess we all hit some kind of barrier when we are ambitious and maybe a bit obsessed with a good idea, in this case, a healthy one.
Anyways, it's been like, 10 minutes and I feel like one of those baby aliens from Alien is going to just burst through my stomach. Yes, nerds, I realize it was the chest cavity that incubated the alien eggs before they hatched. Semantics.
~A sickly Nick.
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