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I'm a mess.
As I drove home from Terre Haute last night, I started feeling the most agonizing stomach pain I've ever experienced in my life. I tried to get home as fast as I could, and as soon as I walked in the door of my house, I collapsed on the floor.
Korinne and Samantha were with me, and I think they were somewhat concerned by this point.
Somehow I made it into my room and onto my bed. I tried to play it off like I was okay, but I really wasn't. My insides were dying.
Soon after they left, I crawled into my bathroom and laid on the cool tile floor, moaning and writhing in pain. Then, after a good 15 minutes or so, it happened.
I vomitted like nobody's business.
So instead of catching up on Calculus, learning my lines, or working on some newspaper stuff, I spent all night emptying the contents of my stomach. By morning, I could hardly move.
At approximately 6:39 AM, Toni Roehm entered my den of sickness. Once she discovered that I was violently ill, she proceeded to bitch me out for the next 20 minutes about how I'm never going to succeed in college or hold down a job and basically completely fail in life just because I've been sick for about a month now.
There's nothing better than some good ol' TLC from your mother when you're sick in bed.
So apparently I'm grounded this next weekend, which happens to be a four-day weekend. My mom also wants to pull me out of the play. I'm still behind in Calculus. I've had two people call me today and ask me why I'm not at school to work on the newspaper. (It has to be done by tomorrow.) I'm screwing the rest of the cast of Antigone over if I don't go to to practice tonight.
KILL ME PLEASE.
As I drove home from Terre Haute last night, I started feeling the most agonizing stomach pain I've ever experienced in my life. I tried to get home as fast as I could, and as soon as I walked in the door of my house, I collapsed on the floor.
Korinne and Samantha were with me, and I think they were somewhat concerned by this point.
Somehow I made it into my room and onto my bed. I tried to play it off like I was okay, but I really wasn't. My insides were dying.
Soon after they left, I crawled into my bathroom and laid on the cool tile floor, moaning and writhing in pain. Then, after a good 15 minutes or so, it happened.
I vomitted like nobody's business.
So instead of catching up on Calculus, learning my lines, or working on some newspaper stuff, I spent all night emptying the contents of my stomach. By morning, I could hardly move.
At approximately 6:39 AM, Toni Roehm entered my den of sickness. Once she discovered that I was violently ill, she proceeded to bitch me out for the next 20 minutes about how I'm never going to succeed in college or hold down a job and basically completely fail in life just because I've been sick for about a month now.
There's nothing better than some good ol' TLC from your mother when you're sick in bed.
So apparently I'm grounded this next weekend, which happens to be a four-day weekend. My mom also wants to pull me out of the play. I'm still behind in Calculus. I've had two people call me today and ask me why I'm not at school to work on the newspaper. (It has to be done by tomorrow.) I'm screwing the rest of the cast of Antigone over if I don't go to to practice tonight.
KILL ME PLEASE.