Aimee

I don't know what the hell happened, but my body decided to rebel against me this weekend and it was a most unpleasant thing. I slept until 4 o'clock on Saturday and then I sorta felt like a rather large vehicle ran right over me and Sunday I didn't do much more than lay around in bed all day (Drew was a sweetheart, he hung out and watched movies with me all day), but Sunday night was kinda like hell on earth, I was weak and tired and I'd swear to anything that some awful prescence had taken up residence in my stomach and was having a field day kicking, twisting and otherwise making a mess of things in there--it hurt.

And honestly, I'm not feeling at all well today. Blah.