sick
I'm sick. It's no bueno. I'm very rarely sick and I hate it when I get this way. Anyways... Seeing as how I'm using this journal to mark important times in my life, why don't I say something useful? Hmmm. Harder than it sounds. I'm very much in love. This seems quite pertinent. I'M IN LOVE!!! What else? ... thinking ... oh yeah, I got a tarot reading. It was quite interesting. I'm still not really sure whether I believe in such things, but it was quite persuading. There were a few things that seemed a bit off, but for the most part, it was actually quite accurate. Some parts of it were disturbingly accurate. It's like 2am and I can't sleep. My throat hurts and I just had amazing sex. Now normally, either one of those would keep me awake, but the combination has me fucking WIRED! Well, I'm not sure if I'm going to work in the morning, I probably won't. Too sick. What else is new? Umm...Oh Yeah! Last night was fucking hilarious. Sam had a friend over and they got fucked up! We all drank quite a bit, but for some reason those two chicks were messed up beyond belief; three sheets to the wind, as my baby would say. Jami, Sam's friend, was louder than shit and hyper-emotional. She kept having to pee, but couldn't walk. Since we were the only people up and Sam couldn't really walk either, I had to take her into the bathroom like five times. Talk about being uncomfortable. I was constantly afraid that Sam was going to get mad at me for helping her, but I either helped Jami pee in the toilet or she peed on herself, or on the couch, or floor, etc. So anyways, it was quite a night. So we all woke up the next morning and guess who's still all sick: Jami. Not that I'm bitching I just don't see how she was still sick. I felt bad for her. During the night it was Sam who was really puking, Jami was just kind of spitting out crap, but in the morning Sam was fine. Kinda weird. Well that's the story of the drunken girls. I guess that's all the pertinent current news. I'm gonna try to go to sleep now. Goodnight.