bubble, bubble, grumble, grumble

If I'm actually stressed out, I would prefer my brain to actually *tell* me about it instead of inflicting stressy-tummy on me.

I don't *feel* otherwise stressed. I mean, I realize I should be, given how much is going on in my life right now. But even when I sit quietly and do meditative-type stuff, I'm feeling pretty placid. Except for the very *loud* grumbling my tummy is doing -- that's enthusiastic enough it makes my abdominal muscles shimmy. Every minute or three.

hmph.

YES!!!!

We have the book.
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