My stomach is on the gastro-attack! The only word I have for it is “uy”. Le duele mi estomago. They must have spiked my food with milk at the Universal Citywalk. Schmucks.

The weekend is finally approaching after what seems like forever. I have no idea what I’m going to do yet. It doesn’t seem like there are any good shows, so I guess I will be a hermit. Who knows?