It would be a lovely thing if I could eat even a piece of toast without feeling horribly sick. I'm just saying. This morning I was determined to go to work even if I wasn't feeling better, but then I ate a piece of toast and that was the end of it. Maybe tomorrow I'll just skip breakfast.

Life is so boring when I'm sick that I'm resorting to posting about the contents and status of my stomach. I apologize. NaBloPoMo starts tomorrow and this doesn't bode well. I guess if I'm not better soon I should probably go to the doctor and make sure I don't have stomach cancer or something.

And no, I'm not pregnant.