***WARNING - ALTHOUGH JANET JACKSON'S RIGHT BOOB WILL NOT BE EXPOSED DURING THIS JOURNAL ENTRY, I WILL TALK ABOUT A POTENTIALLY DISTURBING TOPIC** I am talking about getting sick in the middle of the night. You are in bed, perfectly content dreaming about a far away land where credit cards have no interest, and gasoline is only 25 cents a gallon (well, at least that was what I was dreaming about), when all of a sudden.....you feel...not quite right... You are awake, but you can't open your eyes. You become very aware that your mouth is suddenly flooded with, what I will call 'water', and peristalsis is preparing to do a 180 on you. Filled with horror, you throw the blankets off the bed in a very overly dramatic fashion, and head for the bathroom. This was my night. I repeated the above process about 5 times. Back and forth, back into the bed, fall back asleep, dreaming about spoon feeding Bono some Jell-o, and then it was BACK to the bathroom again for another prayer session with the porcelain goddess. I think the reason I feel so sick is due to the number of pills I am taking to assist in the 'fertility' department. I have ingested more hormones in the last few months than a post-op sex-change operation patient. Well, time to see what mood swing I am scheduled for in the next hour. Have a pleasant day!