Churning...

My stomach is churning. And it's not just because at Humor U I saw that Jefferson had written down in his notes that I wasn't as funny as Josh. No, it's churning, alright. I'm trying to fork down some ravioli because I'm starving and every few bites I have to stop so as not to throw up. And I feel like I need to use the bathroom over and over. And I have a headache. Maybe it's just time to go to sleep.

The end.