4-12-2002 | 2:19 a.m.

Hey, when you drastically cut back on alcohol consumption, aren't you supposed to be all healthy and crap? Then why is there a ever-growing whole in the lining of my stomach? And I really don't think Xanax does that type of damage. But anyway, doc put me on "Nexium" which is supposed to help heal the ulcer and reduce the cringe worthy, falling to the ground with my chin on my knees, pain.

So yeah, hope the stuff works and I can eat normally again. Which leads to a mystery, dear readers! All right, so I haven't been able to eat much. So this morning I lift the warm blankies, jump out of bed and a bunch of mini-m&m's roll to the floor. Am I eating in my sleep? I don't remember purchasing or eating M&M's. Even scarier, am I climbing 3 flights of stairs, while asleep, to pilfer my siblings Easter baskets? Or am I having blackouts? Is my body revolting against the forced hunger strike I've been putting it through? But then food sitting on a lovely ulcer is no fun.

Either way, I think the past is catching up with me. Not only do I sleepwalk, but I also scream in my sleep and pick up the telephone and call random people.

In other news, Survivor sucked tonight. But at least Jeff Probst wore his cowboy hat again. Go to my blog and leave some comments. I feel so neglected!