Sunday, January 26, 2014

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.


  1. You could always watch the Wax Vac ads. They never cease to make me laugh and break the tension...

  2. We have one of those Wax Vac things. My dad got it at some white elephant gift Christmas function. The commercials are pretty funny.