Gastric distress

My birthday weekend was quite lovely, thank you for asking. There must be some mathematical law, though, that describes the phenomenon by which the birthday weekend has even fewer hours in it than the regular weekend (which speeds by quickly enough). Perhaps Jojo could help us out with a little equation, since English majors eschew math (but use words like eschew).

My birthday weekend witnessed healthy doses of good, clean fun and a smattering of naughty, late-night fun. And those are all the details you will receive. Entirely too much eating took place, and since yesterday I've been experiencing distress--not quite bad enough to send me home from work, but enough to make me feel generally wilted and cranky.

Those are the things on my mind today. Also, it's very hot. And, I'm looking forward to this conference in S. Florida this weekend. Fancy resort, beach, seafood, maybe a massage. Oh yeah, and the part where you go to sessions and learn things. I didn't take any exotic vacations this summer (my new house was exotic enough), so this is my last little hurrah before the fall semester and all hell breaking loose.