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so.
i've spend the past 24 hours or so vomiting like crazy and... performing other uncontrollable body functions. wish me luck that i survive the fucking night, because i might just kill myself to prevent a repeat performance of last night. omg, i ruined my robe, a set of sheets and my favorite pair of pajama pants have a huge hole in the bottom from where i got them caught on a doorframe and just YANKED in my haste to reach the bathroom.
oh my god, i want to run a hot bath and just drown in it. i spent half an hour this morning laying in bed crying for my mommy. what is it about our mothers that just seem to make everything better? seriously. she came over about two hours ago (i am house sitting atm) and brought me soup and juice and apple sauce (TEH MAGIC CUREALL) and literally spent ten minutes massaging my back and somehow i felt miraculously better enough to eat something and drag my ass out of bed.
it's a good thing i did, too, because the amount of laundry i had to do was terrifying.
but it looks as though the magic cureall is now fading because my stomach is once again trying to tie itself into some kind of complicated boyscout knot and making odd noises. i'll just be over here wailing like a little bitch with a skinned knee for the next few hours.
fuck my life.
i've spend the past 24 hours or so vomiting like crazy and... performing other uncontrollable body functions. wish me luck that i survive the fucking night, because i might just kill myself to prevent a repeat performance of last night. omg, i ruined my robe, a set of sheets and my favorite pair of pajama pants have a huge hole in the bottom from where i got them caught on a doorframe and just YANKED in my haste to reach the bathroom.
oh my god, i want to run a hot bath and just drown in it. i spent half an hour this morning laying in bed crying for my mommy. what is it about our mothers that just seem to make everything better? seriously. she came over about two hours ago (i am house sitting atm) and brought me soup and juice and apple sauce (TEH MAGIC CUREALL) and literally spent ten minutes massaging my back and somehow i felt miraculously better enough to eat something and drag my ass out of bed.
it's a good thing i did, too, because the amount of laundry i had to do was terrifying.
but it looks as though the magic cureall is now fading because my stomach is once again trying to tie itself into some kind of complicated boyscout knot and making odd noises. i'll just be over here wailing like a little bitch with a skinned knee for the next few hours.
fuck my life.