The tales of my demise have been slightly exaggerated. It was a rough night last night, due to a totally serious case of upset tummy hurts owie. I got about a total of 2 hours sleep COMBINED when my upset tum-tum lost it’s fight for structural integrity.

[Decription not even attempted, you want kid-like gross festivals, go find the original Ren and Stimpy episodes that used to air on Nickelodeon]

Needless despite my feeling totally exhausted, shaky and overtired to painful levels, I did feel better and managed to get another hour of sleep. Yay, me! And by yay, me! I mean this bites and I’m definitely going to have fun re-introducing a shaky digestive system to things like tea, water, bread and chicken broth. Fun! Fun! Fun!

Well, it was right after feeling better and reeling my stomach lining back into the inside of my body that I noticed how I looked and stumbled my weak bod to grab my camera and take this photo. And damn if that doesn’t really look like the coolest new avatar for me to use all over the net, dontchathink?

I’m sick. I’m overtired. I’m weak and exhausted but I’m still me in the end.

And I now know what Flaming Hot Cheetos bits look like after digestion… win-win!

ZZzzzzzzzzz… zzzzzzzzzzzz… zzzzzzzz…