4:25 AM: Monday

Was woken up in the middle of the night by a dream about an ex. In the dream, I spotted her in some strange mall, and I was eyeing her ... seeing where she was going. Trying to catch her attention. She ends up looking at baby beds, and she sees me. She starts going on about being alone, but wanting a baby. I, of course, try to talk her out of that silliness. She asks me why we never worked out, and I politely tell her, "Because you didn't love me."

Upon waking up, I was struck by this awful stomach pain that has been on again/off again a recurring bane of my existence. Now, it's nearly 4:30 in the morning, and I still can't sleep because I'm in too much pain.

Gotta wake at 8 AM to go to my job that I'd kill any one of you with a sharpened bone to be able to skip this week.

Aging is for the birds.