it looks like the verdict is in, & i have belly-spiders. i have a stomach full of maggotish tremblers, all jelly-wobbling about to my detriment. whatever jenny had, it has passed to me, like the quickening, in highlander, but with less electricity. i'm staying in today to treat myself to a heaping dish of whimpering & self-pity, while passing substances through one end of my body & out the other. jenny says that she had periods in which she wasn't crippled by the gurgles, so maybe i will make something of myself besides a mordicai-blech.