All my life, I didn't know if Nina Simone was a man or a woman

Today I made a pot of coffee. I haven't done that in probably two years. There were little mugs of coffee for all. This is a test that I probably should have saved for a day when I don't have classes. As of late, coffee hurts my insides quite a lot, as do a lot of my favorite edibles these days. I want explanation for it, because there are so many things I cannot consume anymore and it makes me quite sad.
Here's my depressing list thus far that I am aware of:
-Cheese (GOD NO!)
-Coffee (well, we'll see what happens...)
-Broccoli
-Bananas
-Peanuts (That was the saddest day of my life when I found that one out)
-Milk & most of the time soy milk too
-My own tears, because this list depresses me so much.

So this does not deter me that much, but I live a lot of my life in writhing stomach pain. Rahl, that's why I am stinky sometimes, I'm sorry.

Other developments include:
-The new lofting of my bed and the resulting love-nook underneath. It's sanctity was ruined the other night when Chard and Gemp cuddle-puddled all over us.
-Kate's bitchin' band playing a bitchin' show at Solaris this Saturday.
-Thanksgiving dinner, and all of the other fun fall Mary Foust things that I've never been able to partake in.
-My brother driving my ballin' hand-shaped chair from Winston-Salem this week.
-Frye's 21st birthday and her new hair-man.
-The amount of hyphenated words in this list.