I have eaten something that disagrees with me. That’s what it feels like, anyway. But what could it be? The hard boiled eggs weren’t the freshest, but I’m not sulfury. Corned beef hash seems pretty innocuous.

We may never know.

Here, please enjoy this picture of my silly cat. I understand the internet likes this sort of thing. I think he’s getting spoiled. He’s taken to meowing angrily if we don’t respond to his needs fast enough.