lunacy.

i have diagnosed myself with a stomach ulcer.
WebMD works wonders for hypercondriacs.
though i shamefully admit to being one,
this...this one is real.
spasms.
crippling spasms.
that reminds me,
i need to go buy that hypercondriac book for a certain aunt of mine.

so jack ass is being cuddly.
he is not a cuddly dog.
harley is a cuddly dog.
his fetch games and kisses are tempting me to say
perhaps he has the "mama's boy" trait in him after all.

i have a grandmother who is not fairing well,
and an adopted grandfather who is not either.
i also have a Mawmaw who's
"side is still buldging,
but its okay as long as you can still bitch about it."
(per her dearly departed sister.)
ah, the southern lady.
there's nothing quite like that unique poignant grace.