Holy crapfuck. That sucked turds. And it's still sucking turds, mind you -- this bastard's holding out for every last drop of my undigestiblarrghs.
You know, I hope I never get shot or stabbed or burnt-ed, 'cuz over these past few days, I've felt worse than I've ever felt in my life, save for the time that asshole sinus doc severed the artery in my head during my sinus surgery and almost killed me... but that's another story. Anywhich, as shitty as I felt this week, I'm pretty sure that getting shot, stabbed or burnt-ed feels WAYTHEFUCK worse than how I felt, and, frankly, I'm not willing to feel that kinda shit.
Seriously, if any of you are comin' after me, finish the job -- don't miss, okay?!
There's not much else to say. I've been literally laid out on the fucking bed for three days, not eating, not sleeping and whining like a dikfer. I puked myself inside out Monday night at midnight, and that was it, but the recovery just ain't happening. Today was finally okay -- my head is still pounding, my stomach's all crampy and I've got the reflux like a mofucker, but I was able to do a little work and choke down a 'nanner, some soup and some toast. Food completely repulses me, right now -- I feel like that mom on "Intervention" last week... the sinewy stick-lady who had xylophone music playing every time she walked or moved her arms.
That's it for now. Just wanted to check in and let you all know that I'm fine. Thanks for all the concern, the TWO of you. Sarah and Crescent -- you're all I've got, apparently. Shit, not even knickgrl0907 checked in. Hmm, I wonder how her trip to Cali is going... she does have all that extra cash she made from that website.