ugh.
3:30am. want to sleep. can't sleep. explosive tummy issues. buses to take me to urgent care (just in case it's tss or food poisoning or typhoid or the lurgy or stripe-tongued outer ganymedian dysentery) don't start running for another two hours.
drinking watered-down gatorade so i don't shrivel up and die. tummy upset.
can't sleep.
hate everything.
Q
also, wah.