Furry Turkey

Ack. Without being too graphic, again, ack. My stomach managed to get fucked up somehow and now the potty is my best friend. I'd finally fallen asleep around midnight, then someone called here probably a half hour ago and woke me up. Of course, now I can't go back to sleep. If I were home I'd have bitch slapped whomever that was calling at 3:30 in the morning, but I'm not home so I can't bitch slap anyone. Well, except Abe, and he does look ripe for a bitch slapping.

That is all.