Stupid stupid stupid stomach... still trying to tie itself in knots. Got REALLY bad in the van coming back from coffee, curled up on Ryan's futon for a while since Grr was going to be driving people places and... yeah. Van BAD.

So I'm crashing out here tonight, and will be headed back to Gresham as soon as someone over there's up and about long enough to snag me.

*hugs her Caleb tightly, nuzzling him*

Cal, let me know when you're awake? Either email, or call Grr/Jamie, either one will be able to get me, although you'll have better luck calling Jamie if it's before, say, 3:00 in the afternoon. *wry grin*

Anyway. Bed. Sleep. Hopefully-not-throwing-up.

And a lack of eggs, dammit. I want cup-o-cake!

*pouts*

...ehh. At least there is a startling amount of amusement going on for several sources... distractions help. *GRIN*

Oh, and I got strawberries-and-A1 at Shari's! *poings about this*