Ugh...
Spent most of the day sleeping it off. Hard to imagine that I had it in me considering that the amphetimines are what caused it. I feel considerably better now. Not grand, but better. I think I need to eat something to get back on top of everything, but food seems sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo unappealing right now.
I will say however that Tacos seem mysteriously alluring right now. That would mean however that I have to get out of the house. Part of me feels like if I left work sick, I should be obligated to stay at home for the rest of the evening... or at least until sundown.
My sense of duty and loyalty makes me feel bad for leaving work. I had a project that was fairly important, and now it's getting pushed back a bit. I wonder where that part of me comes from? Oh well.
On the other hand swinging by Taco Bell (yeah I know it's gross), and doing a little shopping after does have a saucy allure. I need more girl clothes. There are only a few outfits that I really like... which I suppose isn't all that different from guy clothing, except that I've had more time to build up my collection of guy clothes.
On yet another hand (it seems I'm becoming a squid or octopus... not that they have hands), Taco Bell ... or any other fast food... is kinda nasty and I need to be losing weight. I feel like a house again. I don't have time to exercise anymore. I must puuurrrrgggeeeee myself of these extra pounds. No, I'm not refering to intentionally throwing up -- that's nasty. Fingers taste gross (for the most part), I'd much rather just not eat in the first place.
I will say however that Tacos seem mysteriously alluring right now. That would mean however that I have to get out of the house. Part of me feels like if I left work sick, I should be obligated to stay at home for the rest of the evening... or at least until sundown.
My sense of duty and loyalty makes me feel bad for leaving work. I had a project that was fairly important, and now it's getting pushed back a bit. I wonder where that part of me comes from? Oh well.
On the other hand swinging by Taco Bell (yeah I know it's gross), and doing a little shopping after does have a saucy allure. I need more girl clothes. There are only a few outfits that I really like... which I suppose isn't all that different from guy clothing, except that I've had more time to build up my collection of guy clothes.
On yet another hand (it seems I'm becoming a squid or octopus... not that they have hands), Taco Bell ... or any other fast food... is kinda nasty and I need to be losing weight. I feel like a house again. I don't have time to exercise anymore. I must puuurrrrgggeeeee myself of these extra pounds. No, I'm not refering to intentionally throwing up -- that's nasty. Fingers taste gross (for the most part), I'd much rather just not eat in the first place.