Why does feeling ill have to feel so lousy.
I mean, okay, I get it: I am not well. My body will not function normally. We have established that via the dizziness and constant temperature fluctuations and inability to think in a straight line.
What I do not appreciate is the freaking nausea.
I haven’t even eaten anything since nine this morning. There is nothing more that my stomach can complain about. THERE IS NOTHING THERE.
Fuck.
One a brighter note I finally got around to watching Sunset Boulevard. Pretty rad if very over acted (and yes I know that’s part of the point, but still… jeez, lady 8\).