And another night passes. This one with me actually sleeping, albeit with my trusty bucket next to the bed in case my meager dinner decided to go Alien-style on me. But no, my belly just ached and twisted around on itself some more, no more projectile regurgitation.

So, hopefully, we can leave this whole disgusting and extraordinarily painful episode in the past. And get back to the joys of blogging and passing along the fun and freaky tidbits that make the internet such a fabulous sandbox to play in.

First up on the fun parade, Jackass the Movie. Although I have no idea how they will generate a plot from random fits of violence, urban sledding and the other stupid stuff they do on the show. It'll probably be funny and that's really all I give a damn about.

More to come, though in the meantime, skate on over to Layne's place and read her latest, A Story of No Consequence. Sad and melancholy tale. But she writes extremely well and its worth some attention.

From my own end, I'll try to post another story up online later on tonight. I've got one that's been in need of a redux and maybe this is the way to get it done. We'll see.

For now, I just want my stomach to stop hurting so I can live normally again and not have to stress all day.