Andrew J. Lederer

Ulcer-like pain. Marathon tours of duty in the "rest" room. Couldn't close a window in the other room and it got cold, so I closed the door which may be why the cat I'm looking after was yowling at me, at great length, in the middle of the night when I was trying to sleep away the pain.

Allergies kicking in. Took almost a full day's maximum dose of stomach medicine in just a few hours.

Got a friend to let me use his credit card to pay most of the money I owe the Fringe office before the deadline they gave me (which was today). E-mailed them the details hours ago; now, it's heading toward the end of the day/week in Edinburgh and I've heard nothing.

Writing this is making my stomach act up again.

Why did I take that aspirin without water? I never answered that question because I don't know!

The delicious Ziggi's french fries I ate last night covered in highly acidic, tomato-based ketchup didn't help me for some reason. Nor did the whole wheat penne bolognese I made and ate in large quantities.

Nor the Pepsi One,

Nor cold Schweppes ginger ale.

Moan.

I just ate some more of it out of the pan it's been sitting in on the stove. Not a good idea, right?

But it tasted good.

And I was hungry.