I know, I know, it's serious.
I was pretty close to dying.
Right after I made my last post, I went to bed, feeling just like I needed to catch up on some sleep.
I didn't wake up until 6pm.
Then, I puked, and puked, and puked.
I hate being sick. Not only is it really uncomfortable, it makes me feel like I've missed an entire day of my life. That pisses me off.
So for the time being, I think I'm okay. Except for this dead air in my head. I feel like I just got out of a coma.
. . .
Halloween is coming, and fuck if I don't have a costume. This is important because as the resident freak at work, I am expected to have something really cool.
BAH.
I wish my brain would work.