Not feeling so good

Here it is Monday and I should be at work. Well, I was at work actually, but not for long. Still feeling the effects of this nasty stomach bug. Of course, in my hypochondriac mind, I believe it's really stomach cancer and I'm not long for this mortal coil. Have turned my thoughts to -- hmmm -- burial or cremation? If burial, what shall I wear? Maybe it's time to write down my favourite hymns for the mourners to sing. Mourners? Yeah, Ken and I have already agreed to go down to Manpower for one another, and pay people a few bucks to show up at the church and cry copious amounts for us. At least, that way, we know for sure the church will be full.