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really sick today. went to work. sat on the cold floor of the bathroom at work. cried at work. puked at work.
was sent home from work.
my boss sat on the floor with me and rubbed my back and sang to me in Cantonese. i need to bring her something.
so many emotionally draining events have happened in the last twenty-four hours. i can't even process how i feel or what's going on. every time i start to think, it's like my gears start spewing sparks because they have an iron rod stuck between them, and that rod has big fat letters saying "YOU AREN'T READY YET. ONLY REMOVE WHEN READY".
and i have no idea where my DS is. fuck.