Ill Omens
I blacked out Saturday night. One second I'm eating leftover tacos and watching Stand by Me with my brother (a movie we both love), and next I know, I'm waking up to my phone alarm for work (which I had the foresight to set fifteen hours earlier), curled up on the couch, shivering. My plate has disappeared, along with my glass of water.
When I got home Sunday following work, I passed out and didn't wake up until morning before work, over 12 hours later, still groggy.
Today I tried to walk to the kitchen, did a sort-of stumble-collapse thing, and broke one of my nice, long-enough-to-look-fake nails.
I don't know what all this portends, but none of it can be good. I shall now devote myself to VitaminWater and replenish my poor, deficient body.
When I got home Sunday following work, I passed out and didn't wake up until morning before work, over 12 hours later, still groggy.
Today I tried to walk to the kitchen, did a sort-of stumble-collapse thing, and broke one of my nice, long-enough-to-look-fake nails.
I don't know what all this portends, but none of it can be good. I shall now devote myself to VitaminWater and replenish my poor, deficient body.