Post, part deux

I'm sad, blog.
Gary Coleman is dead. As a child, my brother and I used to watch Diff'rent strokes together before we drifted to sleep on our wooden bunk bed. "Whatchu talkin' about, Willis?" was one of our favorite catch phrases and Gary Coleman was always our favorite.
I'm sad to see that precious gem leave us.

My stomach hurts a lot. My dog Peter just found a dead mouse and for the first time in about ten years, I was reminded how much my mom hates mice, even when they are just corpses. I tried to clean it up but she was so pissed at my dad about something that she's making him do it.
My stomach hurts so much it's unbearable. I have to go. Bye.