Why wouldn't everyone want to know about the state of my internal organs?

Bleagh... I woke up this morning at 6:00am (having gone to sleep at about 3:30am) with some nasty heartburn coupled with a touch of disentery.  It sometimes gets in the tap water up here during the spring melt, when there's overflowing everywhere and streams and rivers pick up extra junk.  The day before, I was being my usual unwise self and drinking lots of water as I lugged boxes around the bookstore.

I've learned from past experience that if I notice the disentery messing with my stomach soon enough, the alcohol in a few beers will kill off all the bacteria and save me from a day or two of extreme discomfort.  The heartburn and the fact that it was 6am made me question that plan of action though.  So I decided to try killing two birds with one stone and had a glass of milk with a shot of honey liquor mixed in.  I may have only wounded the birds, but I think it helped.

In other news unrelated to my bodily functions, we've received word that we may be getting a visit from the District Manager at the theatre.  So we're cleaning up and shining all over the place, because he's even more of a hassle to deal with than my immediate boss.  But it's his job to give us a hard time, I guess.  Thankfully, it's only once every few months that he comes to visit.