Doing... well.

My nervous system, in its never ending quest to annoy me, seems to be reporting some sort of horrible searing pain coming from my stomach. Thinking back to lunch, I am considering whether the sandwich I had at Gracies may have contained bad meat or perhaps rusty scrap metal. However, even considering this feeling of my internal organs being clawed away by some cafeteria food which wasn't dead enough, I'd say I'm feeling quite well. I can't think of a single thing that I could possibly complain about right now.

Current Mood: cheerful