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[tuxi]

My stomach's still hurting. I went to see a doctor I'd never met. At first he started talking to me like I was a moron, but quickly realized that it doesn't flow very well when the patient's casual speech is more technical than the doctor's, so he started naming muscles and tendons, etc. However, he couldn't figure out what's wrong with me! It doesn't look like it's anything serious. He told me to rest up for a couple days and hope it goes away. I went down to work and Rick told me to take the night off. I think he feels guilty or something. This gives me some serious down time. Sweet.

Aside from my sour stomach, I feel really good. Alive and all that.