Here it is, nearly 2:30 AM, and I've just sent Roho off to Jewel Osco for ibuprofren because I stupidly took our supply to work with me and left it in my desk.

I woke up from a confused dream about the Simpsons of all things around 11:30 PM with sharp abdominal pain, and it hasn't eased since then. After 2.5 months of (relative) normality, seems the gallstones want to give me a reminder that they haven't gone away.

This wouldn't be quite so bad if I didn't have to be at work in 5 hours. MUCH LATER: Bren came home, and I was able to sleep. I completed the workday, and now am going to crash. G'nite.