God, my fucking life.
Last night, while Josh and I were waiting for the barista at Starbucks to finish making our drinks, I fainted cold on the floor. I then proceeded to sweat profusely, and get sick. Paramedics came because the employees of Starbucks asked me if I needed them while I was in the middle of vomiting, and that was really quite embarrassing, all things considered. No one seemed to know what was wrong with me, and in lieu of paying tons of money to be seen at an emergency room I just had Josh take me home.
Today I have drawn comics and tried to manifest the catalogs of certain liberal arts schools in Vermont into my mailbox. The comics have been successful, but the manifestation was not. However, I'm marking today as a success since I've neither fainted nor puked, so theeee end.
Today I have drawn comics and tried to manifest the catalogs of certain liberal arts schools in Vermont into my mailbox. The comics have been successful, but the manifestation was not. However, I'm marking today as a success since I've neither fainted nor puked, so theeee end.