To be honest and very personal, I spent most of the day on the toilet. If I did go to the Observer's neighbourhood in such a loose state, things could have been ugly. I am "laxified" (loaded up on laxatives) so I guess they had to kick in sooner or later. Maybe there was a higher power at work trying to save me from a messy day.
I watched a bit of The Sound Of Music, but wasn't intrigued enough to watch the whole movie. It's good, but I already know that the hills are alive with the sound of music. I tried to read The Choice by Nicolas Sparks. It's a light, feel-good romance that my Mom enjoyed. My gurgling, gassy, noisy, stomach made reading hard, so I gave up. I don't know why my stomach gets so loud. My insides often sound angry. One of these days, I am going to give birth to a frog. Such a weird miracle might explain all the gurgling. I don't know if I'll ever give birth to a child. Giving birth to a frog would be OK if it meant my funky noises would stop and I'd make a name for myself. The pregnant man would have nothing on the disabled frog mother.