The Gremlin

Ok,,so the gremlin in my gut has officially taken over and is pretty much in charge of my life these days. He's getting grouchy in his old age, this gremlin. He keeps horrendous hours and is making me do the same. He has determined that no food is good food. It doesn't seem to matter what I do or do not eat,,,he shows up around midnight and plays Chinese jumprope with my midsection. The drug to quiet him has not yet been created. He is immune and I think enjoys the things I throw at him. They fuel the fire that is slowly consuming me. It's almost time to call in a priest and attempt to exorcise this demon. I need sleep. I need food. I need my life back.

50 days 'til the first new episode of CSI. Do I admit to counting them down?