I got sick this morning. I woke up fine, excited actually. I was going to get things done, Michael was going to come watch me cook, and all felt right with the world. None of that happened. Instead, while we were rearranging the kitchens in my culinary class, I got incredibly hot and had to run to the bathroom to avoid spewing all over the clean counter tops..
I sent a text to my mom telling her what happened. She thinks my blood sugar's low or my new birth-control crap is upsetting my stomach. I don't know what it is. But she brought me a snickers and special k bar anyways =\. I still feel gross..
To add to that, my friend decided to get pissed at me because his dad's an ass. Apparently I don't care enough about him to deserve knowing what goes on in his life, despite the fact that I bend over backwards to make him happy on a regular basis. Not only did he say I didn't deserve to know what was going on, he called me stupid... I don't need that right now. Not at all.
So I've said maybe 10 words in the past hour. I think I'm not going to talk for the rest of the day if I can help it. Unless it's to Amy or Michael. Or he apologizes, which one: won't happen and two: will likely not make me feel any better anyways, so it probably won't work.
I'm sorry I'm being a complainy bitch... I didn't get any sleep, only got 560 words for my novel, and I feel stupid, ugly, and inadequate.. I just really need a hug right now. And I needed to get this off my chest. Sorry to anyone that reads this. I just needed to unload.
Here's to silence....
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