51/33: Ass Id in Die Gestation

[rejectomorph]

It appears that I overdid the tomato sauce Monday, because I've got some serious indigestion, which I hope doesn't go into reflux. It was another long evening nap day, and I didn't wake up until some time after nine o'clock. But I did remember to take a bunch of stuff out to the recycling bin, so there's a bit less clutter in the apartment. To bad I can't recycle all the cluttery crap in my brain. Strange, it is cluttered, yet it feels empty. Maybe I just need more sleep. The other sleep I've had didn't fix anything, but hope springs eternal, right? Or is it dope? I don't know. My abused stomach is trying to burn its way out of my body. I think it might succeed. When it does it will be better if I'm lying down. Or at least less messy for whoever has to deal with my corpse.