Sick, sick, sick

Last night was a very good night. I ended up at I.'s house and we hung out with a couple of the guys that are friends with her roommate. One was really drunk, I've seen him drunk before, and let me tell you he's absolutely hilarious when he's drunk. He is loud and obnoxious but unlike most guys who get loud and obnoxious when their drunk, he's not aggressive, dangerous, or threatening... just funny, just loud, just J. So we hung out in the backyard for a while. A Yankee hat on fire was our sign to call it a night.

So we spent some time just us, and then we tried to sleep. When all of a sudden a pain shot through my stomach like being knifed. This pain decided that it enjoyed my stomach and was going to hang out for a while. Last night at 5 in the morning I slept for approx. 15 minutes and that was about all the sleep I got, because of this pain. I seriously considered having I. drive me to the hospital, because it occured to me that maybe it was appendicitis. Last night was also the first time in my entire life that I made myself throw up without having been drinking. I often say during that special period of the month that it is the worst feeling I've felt, the worst pain. I take it back, I would take 5 day of that special time over the feeling in my abdomen right now and for the past 12 hours. Of course lucky me, I get both; special time and this virus. I just want to feel better. I got the day at home that I wanted, but I can't do anything about it because I can't stand up or move around for more than a couple minutes at a time. It just stinks, that's all. I really dont want to be sick this weekend because I'm supposed to go to the beach, and I really want to go. (Get a tan maybe? Don't laugh, assholes). We will see what happens. Send good thoughts my way if you can spare them.