Fucking shrimp. Or it could be the flu. Or something in the water?

I’ve shit a bunch, dry heaved once (I don’t actually puke – I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve thrown up since the ninth grade), and slept the rest of the day.

What a shame.

Target: 1500 words
Written: 989 words, short story: Ultra Mundane

Read: Catch-22, Joseph Heller
Comics: Everafter: From The Pages Of Fables 12, Batman vs. Bigby! A Wolf In Gotham 1-3
Music: 420station.com, Bill Hicks (I don't know, man, that's what it's listed as on my iPod, and yes, I still have one of those)