So I was going to get a serious buzz on last night, but Emma came down with a stomach ache so bad, she was writhing and crying and I had to give her a Fleet, or as she put it, "some butt medicine."

I knew it was bad when she asked me to give it to her.

Turns out she was constipated on top of having eaten a great deal of broccoli and some onions.

Poor baby.

She was fine this morning, so I feel justifined in having consumed nearly a bottle of chianti and one of Jethro's fabulous Bloody Marys.

Now I'm going to watch Tombstone and get laid.

Ciao, y'all.

P.S. According to the AP (which I have yet to take with anything but a grain of salt) Chavez lost.