ow. Yeah, that's pretty much it.

Too much heartburn to write. As a 26th birthday gift, I would love to not have an ulcer. That would be lovely. The whole stomach is destroying itself from the inside thing is not so much fun. It's distracting. I can think of prettier things to suffer from. Ennui. Nobody says "Oh, I just suffer from the ennui" anymore ( so much classier if you add "the" in front of it). Although, i suppose that ennui is just inherently boring, given what it is, so maybe it's not prettier. Though, other than perhaps an attending sallowness, someone suffering from ennui would look prettier than someone suffering from an ulcer. Less of the whole doubled over in pain, shallow breathing aspects. Anyways. No writing due to pain.