This, too, shall pass . . . like gas.

My stomach hurts, most likely because I'm nervous about my recital. I'm trying not to take any medication for it because I don't like the idea of being a stoner.If it hurts for too much longer, however, a stoner I must be.

I've already exceeded my recommended daily allottment of  violin practice I should have done for the entire day and I still need to run through songs with my accompanist tonight. C'est la vie.

Mommy Dearest is not happy with me, but that's the very least of my concerns at the moment. She will get over it. It's just one more thing that, too, shall pass . . . like gas.

Pseudouncle called me and told me to eat a bowl of ice cream or sherbet to help my stomachache. I'm not sure it's a remedy typically sanctioned by the AMA, but what the hell. I'll give it a whirl.  I probably couldn't keep half a bottle of Guinness down, so that is off the table.