Rumbling and grumbling...

Well. I was ready to go home at 9 this morning. I was just in a nasty little funk all day long. Not to mention that my stomach is plotting some sort of coup de tat, judging by the ominous rumblings emanating from my intestinal region.
Nothing explosive yet but I fear that the peace won't hold for long.
My gastro intestinal tract never seems to be satisfied with whatever I am sending its way. I can hear the angry murmurs when ever I eat now. Could it be bacuase I am trying to eat a little more healthy these days?
Maybe.
I think I just need to find a new way to keep the natives in line. Where would my bowels be without me? Imagine. The nerve of some  internal organs. Just do your job and quit whining about it. You never really hear my ears complain and they are forced to endure all manner of evils. Like old country western music and sports radio talk show hosts that only know college football and nothing else.
But that is a whole other blog entirely.
Today we are discussing my entrails and their dissatisfaction with the staus quo. Dissention will not be tolerated. And neither will dysentery for that matter...
Because I have been forced to quell the growing unrest, I have not been able to mount an effective campaign against my growing mountain of tasks.
But it will have to wait.
The rumblings grow louder and the storm is quickly approaching. I go now to ascend my throne and release the vented frustration of my rebellious abdominals.


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