I'm having gastric disturbances today. Yesterday's pork burrito with beans and salsa cultivated a lovely environment for my stomach to begin acting up last night and on to today. It hasn't reached stage 3 category yet, but it may be headed in that direction - watch out Punta Gorda! I thought I could appease it with a Diet Dr. Pepper and a Godfather sandwich (which, btw, the only bad thing about this sandwich is realizing after you've taken the last bite that its gone), but alas, it only seemed to anger the gastric gods even further. Mind over matter.

I wouldn't mind if it went category 3 though.. it kind of feels good after the storm. Everything is calm and peaceful.. still and quiet.