Bad Watermelon

Yesterday I think I ate some bad watermelon and it destroyed my guts from 10pm to 10am. For twelve hours I couldn't sleep more than 15 minutes at a time. It felt like someone with spiked metal gauntlets was tearing out my insides four times an hour. It was hideous beyond description. Like Abu Ghraib in my intestines.

My wife has no idea what that kind of pain is like.

Anyway, feeling a lot better now. I actually ate some dinner, that was really nice. My wife had a half a gyro left over from a lunch with a girlfriend today.

Things are groovy at the studio. We are more caught up than ever and I'm very, very excited to get some new projects set up. They can get almost immediate attention nowadays.