The Tummy Tales

Mondays are not my favorite day of the week, but I believe the same can be said about a large percentage of the denizens of this planet. Surprisingly, mine got off to a pretty good start, off to work to a shift that I actually like, and all was going pretty well, great control of what I had to do and then with lunch approaching, it all took a turn for the worst. Out of no where my stomach shot off a warning signal of what was to come, stomach pains hitting in waves from the pit to the center and back, I couldn't do a thing! i couldn't sit straight even talking was in pulses as it was taking quite the effort to keep my sanity through the pain and not scream out in agony at the utter excruciating pain that was assaulting my nervous system. I managed to get off work and head home to cater for the business that follows stomach aches.
Passed out for the best part of the evening, with several prescriptions that don't mean or make sense to me, except that they are meant to make me better... anyone with knowledge on this can help: One says Ornilox (Only Identifiable part in this statement is the "Oni" - Demon in Japanese makes me think there is some exorcism going on since it ends in "lox" - locks? ). The same packaging goes on to say Ornidazole and Ofloxacin tablets, re-enforcing my demon angle. The other one is Zestaval 200 (Apparently I house worms in my underworld) - tch doctors....

 When I managed to wake up from dreamland, where I was assaulted by dreams about luma mattes and transformations, I was immediately hit with another attack of the tummies and at this point I was ready to give and prepare for my excursion to valhala and the land of moe, when it all came to an abrupt stop. My stomach still feels dodgey but I will survive.
I got up ready to assault the internets and read up some mangas and write up some blogs when the dreaded and most feared enemy of our state and development struck! Yes ladies and gentlemen, this is a being so sinister he puts all villains known to man to shame. They all look like twiddly pansies with horrible childhoods when compared to this being, this being is UMEME.
I recently met a group of migrating black ants and out of curiosity questioned them on they reasons for migration, seeing as my supply of sugar and many other food particles and left overs was still in good abundance. Their response was quite simple, "Its a hassle having to navigate your food stores in the dark, we are moving uptown to Kololo, Nakasero where we can ant at all hours of the day."
Seeing as I'm rarely at home I did hot know what this meant until today, place was pitch black as Umeme had pulled the plug.

Any way that aside New blog post coming up, subject: Binbougami Ga!