Well, it's starting. Day 2 on no colestipol and my stomach is keel over hurting from all the bile going through. Took some Advil, but its not working completely. Couple that with frequent trips to the porcelain throne, it's going to be quite the day. Luckily, I don't have anywhere to be and an excuse to not go anywhere. I'm out of gas. I'm not sure if I can even make it to the gas station.

Means I don't have to deal with the family spy (AKA my cousin). My dad (without informing me) paid the busybody for a month of lawn care, and couldn't comprehend my lack of desire to have him over (of course he doesn't). Would be annoying, but ultimately bearable if he could come over, do his thing, leave and I could vacate in the meanwhile. However, I'm expected to be his ride. They want me to ferry a senior Harriet the Spy to my house, sit with him as he pontificates on too high grass or other yard features that bore me to tears, bear the brunt of his childish tantrums if he's not validated and coddled, and take him for cigarettes before returning home to tell on me to my dad. About what, I don't know.

I have enough GI trouble as it is to add stress to the mix. If I can avoid him, I will. I might ask the neighbor if I could borrow his mower for a couple hours. Up to him obviously, but fingers crossed!