Heartburn

I've been awake most of the night (it's now 4-ish) with horrible heartburn. Finally, knowing it would probably awaken my husband, I crept out of bed, took the Tums from the bathroom, and went to my office. I've chewed a couple and decided to check email. Nothing. So I decided to blog for a bit, just to stay upright. It doesn't seem to be helping, though. Staying upright, that is. In case it's a heart attack, I hope I have enough strength to hit "publish" before I collapse and die. That way, someone would have a copy of my last thoughts, other than the cursing I'd probably be doing. This old gal ain't finished living yet.

We finished watching the Torchwood made-for-tv movie. I guess that's what you'd call it: five nights of episodes in one week. Everyone except Gwen and Jack Harkness dies at the end. Really uplifting, yeah? At least Gwen was pregnant. Not with Jack's baby, of course. Even though Jack swings both ways, he never swung with Gwen.

I hear my husband shuffling around. Any minute now, he'll come down the hall, poke his head in, and ask, "Babe, you all right?" So I guess I'll shut it down.