Yesterday, we had a Company Meeting. It was two hours, but I made it about 47 minutes. And then I died. I don’t know what they expected to happen when they talked about financial for over 10 minutes.

After the C.M., we had a BBQ outside in the courtyard. Of course. Don’t you do that at your P.O.E.? I had chicken, it was all very nice, and a good time was had by all. Afterwards, however, my stomach felt very rumbly. And not in a good way. You have to understand, I can eat just about anything. That doesn’t mean I will, but I really don’t have digestive issues. Not even with Taco Bell. Considering I had my gall bladder out about 12 years ago, that’s pretty cool. A lot of people have issues with certain foods after. Especially cheese and other high fat foods. Not me. I love the high fats!

Jodi: soemthing is making my tummy rumbly. not like … in a good way.

Evildeb: interesting

Jodi: i can feel my guts.

Jodi: it’s weird.

Jodi: it’s like… my guts are ALIVE!!!

Evildeb: maybe your guts are trying to tell you something

Jodi: well, it’s not “feed me” wouldn’t it be cool if i had PSYCHIC GUTS?

Evildeb: I’m not sure

Evildeb wasn’t feeling too hot after the BBQ either, and we briefly entertained a fantasy that everyone would get food poisoning and have to go home early. But the truth is, we didn’t eat the same things. So it was probably just our poor attitudes making us queasy. I asked KK and she felt fine. So I explained to her about the possibility of my guts being psychic

KK: psychic guts?

Jodi: yes, and even now they are trying to tell me something.

KK: and they see the future?

Jodi: Well, no. I mean, they don’t have eyes, KK. They are guts. Sheesh. It’s more like they intuit things.

KK: don’t they use chicken guts to tell the future in voo-doo?

Jodi: Why, I believe they do! And I had chicken at lunch! I have PSYCHIC VOODOO CHICKEN GUTS IN ME!

KK: that’s it… you’ve come down with PSYCHIC VOODOO CHICKEN GUTS!

If only I could figure out what my Psychic Voodoo Chicken Guts were trying to tell me.