all day staring at the ceiling
making friends with the shadows on my wall.

Today was the shiz. Not in a good way- in a bad way. Felt fucking awful during POA; the moment Mrs Tan left, I dashed right off to the toilet. I'll spare the details but let's just say that I was reacquainted with the oreos Alyssa gave me during recess.

Vomit Score: 4 times
{Maybe I should turn bulimic.}

Well, what's there to do when you can't do a thing without doing an upchuck?
Frankly, nothing.
What does that mean? It means that I didn't do anything but curl up under my comforter and read old issues of seventeen feeling sorry for myself.

So I've actually been very productive today- I now know how to decorate my bedroom in Indian fashion on a $50 budget and how to make cushion covers out of my old underwear.

Useful- NOT.

Okay it's time for Captain Obvious the Second to get her beauty sleep.

i'm not crazy;
i'm just a little unwell