stuff.

My stupid stomach... my life now consists of sipping warm water very slowly throughout the day, and getting up and moving around every few minutes to belch out the gas, and also, eating yogurt or congee with chicken broth slowly all day, reheating it when it gets cold 'cause i'm too slow.

And there's always food on tv. KFC chicken bowl. Wendy's baconator. Chef Boyardee. Rachel Ray.

If it doesn't get better soon Christmas will be difficult, with everyone having delicious holiday food and me with my dumb stomach and congee.

Ok... time to reheat more food.

I have a lot of problems with lack of sleep. So whenever I have a song that's too upbeat stuck in my head, I listen to Erik Satie's Gymnopedie No 3 on repeat. If I close my eyes I imagine a white piece of paper floating, twisting back and forth like it was dropped from a tree or a tall building. It's blowing around, swaying with the beat. Kind of like the feather in the opening of Forrest Gump. Or the plastic bag video in American Beauty.