whining about being sick
Apparently some horrid alien thing crawled into my head and its vile secretions have played merry hell with pretty much all my systems.
Also need to see about fixing my upstairs phone wiring. I'd told work to call the house if there were any emergencies, and there were, and I never heard it ring due to being passed out in bed. Luckily I half-heard (but missed) a call and was able to react to the message.
This is how bad I feel, for those who know me: the thought of my beloved orange juice is making me nauseous, and i don't feel like watching TV. At the moment, I seek oblivion but I'm so dry-mouthed and obscenely hungry -- I have to drink and eat something, but nothing is remotely appealing.
Also need to see about fixing my upstairs phone wiring. I'd told work to call the house if there were any emergencies, and there were, and I never heard it ring due to being passed out in bed. Luckily I half-heard (but missed) a call and was able to react to the message.
This is how bad I feel, for those who know me: the thought of my beloved orange juice is making me nauseous, and i don't feel like watching TV. At the moment, I seek oblivion but I'm so dry-mouthed and obscenely hungry -- I have to drink and eat something, but nothing is remotely appealing.