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Just shoot me now...~Oct. 28, 2002~ No, I do not have a death wish, but I feel so shitty right now. Every joint, every muscle, every cell in my body aches. It hurts to breath. It hurts to stand up, it hurts to sit down. My eyes hurt, my back hurts, my throat hurts. And I'm exhausted. Absolutely and completely worn out. Right now, I feel so much older than 30. I feel like I have one foot in the grave. No idea why I suddenly feel this bad, as I wasn't this icky yesterday. But I woke up, and felt like I'd been run over by a few trains, a few semis, a heard of elephants, than...well, you get the idea. And to top it all off, I've been throwing up all day! I can't keep anything down, which really sucks when you've got a fresh cup of joe sitting in front of you, but looking at it makes you neaseuous, or however the hell that's spelled. So now, I'm sitting here, waiting for the boys to fall asleep, than I'm crawling in bed, and never coming back out. Or at least, not anytime soon... Did you miss something? Check and see... |
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