At work today I was feeling wonky enough that I went out to the 'Sploder during lunch. I ended up feeling worse, and I went home. Kinda panicked about it actually since the neigbor's death.
I'm making an appointment with the doc tomorrow.
I'm a pretty likely candidate for some stress-induced symptoms as of late. I'm also guessing my nutrition is a bit lacking.
And I leave you with this thought:
It's hard to take the wookiee seriously when you know that inside there's just an ewok.