Today blows.
For the past two or three nights, I've barely been able to sleep. Yesterday I had a massive headache for most of the afternoon. Right now I'm functioning (if you can call it that) on a bit over 4 hours of sleep. My stomach felt all icky, and I thought eating would help. Unfortunately, I got brave and made myself fetteccini with garlic and olive oil. Too. Much. Garlic.
Threw that up...along with the peach I had after the pasta to get the garlic taste out of my mouth. Now, as happy as I am to be rid of the calories, the sore jaw and tummy muscles and the burning sensation in my eyes kinda makes for an unpleasant experience. This is why I'm not bullimic. Well, this feeling as well as the fact that I like my esophagus and tooth enamel intact. Call me crazy. *shrug* Anyway, my pitifulness is not actually the reason I was posting.
Job interview tomorrow:
Here I just really, really hope it's not too phone-heavy. The ad doesn't indicate that it is. We'll see.
I feel like ass. I'm going to go lay down. Goddamn barfing made me miss the end of "The Three Faces of Eve".