I read the first 85 pages of my book before Mark got home with food. We ate as I showed Mark the Doctor Who extras. Then I got a phone call from Trevor. I don't know how long we talked but Mark said it was about 3 hours; not sure if he was kidding or not; we did seem to chat a long time. We're gonna try for Saturday night now. I really enjoy talking to him; I learn more and more about him every time.
I went to bed shortly after finishing our conversation, and reading a few more chapters in my book. I don't know what time it was. I think it was around 10pm, but I'm not really sure. I woke up around 1am with severe abdominal pain. I think I'm just rally really constipated. I get that way sometimes on my own, and then my Cymbalta (which I took half of the other day) also causes that. And I had some cheese bread last night. Add to that discomfort that I missed a dose of prilosec and I'm heaving loads of pure acid and you get how tonight has morphed into a truly hellish experience.