synnoveaevael | *points to icon*

Yeah.

I'm going to die.

It's no secret that I've been ill.

Friday I was soo sick. Saturday, still SOOO sick. But I partied anyway. Broke a tooth on a raisin in the world's softed Irish soda bread. Whatever. It was root canaled. Called the dentist. Woo.

Got so shitfaced and slept like ASS Saturday night that I was still drunk come Sunday.

Busted my ass falling down Kim's icy stairs. I had that feeling "don't go down these stairs, use the others, yer gonna fall. BAM"

Why don't I listen to me?

Broke more of the tooth on over cooked hashbrows, further proving that it was just that tooth's time to go.

Janete's jewelry party was cancelled. So we go back to my place, to nap and WoW.

I couldn't get comfie. Finally passed out for 45 minutes. I was so tired, but couldn't sleep. Don't you hate that?

Then... the realization happened. There was something VERY wrong with my stomach.

Food poisoning? Viral? WHATEVER. It *is* awful.

I spent from about 4pm Sunday to about 6:30am today throwing up. I've slept a total of 6 hours or so in two days.

I am exhausted. Hungry. Nauseous. Bloated. IN PAIN.

And none of my friends would shoot me. Ya bastards.

So. I just scanned through 400 entries of El Jay. Don't be offended if I usually comment and didn't.

I am unwell.

I've managed to keep almost a full bottle of vitamin water down me (since yesterday) and so far today my daily pills and 3 small nibbles of potato bread.

My Squish is amazing. Thank you, baby. He takes such good care of me. ♥

Couch time. *groan*