where are my pills? where is my former lover?
So I've been out of the livejournal thing for a little while now, and I figure I'll make a return just to do some good ol' complainin'.
It's 2:50 PM as I start this entry, and my flight out of SJC to bring me home semi-permanently is at 6:35 PM. I haven't really packed yet, I just keep getting sicker and better and sicker and better. I'm going nuts over all this. I was sick for like a week and a half in LA, felt better literally the day before coming up to Santa Cruz. Once I'm in Santa Cruz, boom! Stomach flu. I recovered from that quickly, but I haven't been able to eat anything (not so much as a meal in the past three days) lately, and now I feel worse than I did when I had the flu. My temperature changes independently of the weather, I'm sickened by the sight of food, and no matter how much I drink (I suspect I've had about a liter of water so far today) I am severely dehydrated. It's affected my mood in a moderate to severe way, because I have neither the energy, nor the motivation or desire to fold up five suitcases worth of possessions into two.
Not looking for sympathy, I swear. I'm just miserable and feel like procrastinating for ten minutes.
New Say Anything song -- terrible quality. It's called "This is Fucking Ecstasy".
It's 2:50 PM as I start this entry, and my flight out of SJC to bring me home semi-permanently is at 6:35 PM. I haven't really packed yet, I just keep getting sicker and better and sicker and better. I'm going nuts over all this. I was sick for like a week and a half in LA, felt better literally the day before coming up to Santa Cruz. Once I'm in Santa Cruz, boom! Stomach flu. I recovered from that quickly, but I haven't been able to eat anything (not so much as a meal in the past three days) lately, and now I feel worse than I did when I had the flu. My temperature changes independently of the weather, I'm sickened by the sight of food, and no matter how much I drink (I suspect I've had about a liter of water so far today) I am severely dehydrated. It's affected my mood in a moderate to severe way, because I have neither the energy, nor the motivation or desire to fold up five suitcases worth of possessions into two.
Not looking for sympathy, I swear. I'm just miserable and feel like procrastinating for ten minutes.
New Say Anything song -- terrible quality. It's called "This is Fucking Ecstasy".