You know, just this weekend I was making fun of my mom for waking up at 5:30 and not being able to go back to sleep.
Okay, God. I see the irony. Ha ha.
I still have the stomachache that started last night. Very weird. I had kinda hoped things would settle and/or move around during the night. Bleh.
I'm starting to think that my stomachache is PMS/cramps related. That would be a new development... but it makes the most sense. I can feel how tense my stomach muscles are. Ouch.
I emailed my English prof to let her know that, being in pain, I won't be coming to class today. I ought to have a damn good participation grade in that class (about 75% of that class is so reticent to speak up that it makes me look positively chatty). One extra little 'ol absence shouldn't hurt. And I have one more freebie absence in volleyball, too.
Hopefully I'll be back on my feet for physics. He doesn't take roll in there, but I hate to miss a lecture on the start on a new chapter.
Okay. Taking drugs and going back to bed.
Taking some Midol and getting another 4 hours of horizontal sleep seems to have helped. My stomach muscles are much more relaxed and it doesn't hurt to sit. I'm going to go take a nice hot shower and then go get a Chicken and Sweet Pepper Hoagie at the dining hall.
Oh, Mike Krukow, how I missed you!
C'mon boys -- let's hit that ball.
It's the small things.
I sit by the same gal in physics every day. A couple weeks ago she wasn't in class and when I saw her next, I offered her my notes. Imagine my surprise when today she said she noticed I wasn't in class on Friday, and offered me her notes.
I didn't realize that people, you know, reciprocated nice gestures anymore. I'm pleasantly surprised.