I think....I'm gonna die now.

...I don't know what I think about drinking. At all.
   It' weird. Logically, I don't have a problem with these guys drinking. I know they won't be stupid. I know they won't go overboard. So why is it every time they talk about it or I think about it, my stomach knots up and I go on the verge of a panic attack? It's stupid. I don't know what to do. =\ I guess past experience has left me terrified...
   So that's what I'm dealing with right now on top of the fact that I have heartburn, my body is starting to ache again, I'm exhausted, and I thought I died this morning.  That was interesting. I think our house got hit with lightning. All I know is that the flash and the boom came at the same time, I was lifted a good inch or two off my bed, and a plaque came flying off my wall. Pretty terrifying thing to wake up to. Especially considering I'd only gotten 4 or 5 hours of sleep.
   I complain a lot. I should probably change that...

I can't wait for lunch. I need to get out of here.