Tummy report--no hair . . . still . . . no hair

Mom says she knows I'm not 100% yet.
Apparently she expects me to spit pills out if I feel healthy.

Takes too much effort.
And then she catches me again and we go through the whole process over and over until I swallow the pill.

Whatever.

Considering a long game of Risk this afternoon. Trouble is . . . Chester cheats. Or rather, Chester cheats better than I do.