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gods, i'm sick yet again and i fucking hate it. my body had the nerve to make me vomit at COdy's yesterday. I can't think of anything less attractive than the concept of someone throwing up in your toilet. And yet, he continued to take care of me. And he doped me up on nyquil. w00 nyquil. I actually slept last night, i hadn't the night before. The night before last i spent all night writhing feverishly between my sheets. I feel a bit better today, but i can't for the life of me eat anything. And mom made chicken soup for me again. I fucking hate my mom's chicken soup. It's so watery and icky. SHe knows i'm not going to eat it, but she makes it for me anyways, because i'm sick and it'll make me feel better. It won't make me any better if I won't fucking eat it, and i'm not going to fucking eat it, and when it goes bad she's going to yell at me that I didn't eat it and she's never going to make soup for me again, and i'll be like good, i hate your soup, and yet, next time I get sick she's going to make chicken soup for me, and get m,ad at me when i don't eat it and tell me I should never ask her to make soup for me again, when i didn't ask her to make it for me in the first place!!! whatever. I just really need to get better by this weekend, because this weekend is.... *drumroll please* ...THE HITCHIKERS GUIDE TO THE GALAXY!!!!!!!!!! W00000000000! i don't think i've ever been this excited about a movie. Amn't I pathetic?ANd if i can't see it i'm going to fucking cry my cold little heart out. yeah. ok. bye.