if i had a hundred eyes, i would use them all on you

what a lousy day.
i don't like feeling like a moron.
or feeling like death.

10am-woke up. i don't know what time i got home last night. i had a bath for some reason

10:40am to 11;30-straight vomiting. it was funny, i kept kind of wishing someone was taking pictures of me. i could have some great pictures of myself on the bathroom floor, mohawk bent to one side, wearing a towel, puking.

11:30 to 12-attempting to smoke a cigarette and throwing up some more. i lost my lighter, so i had to go upstairs and light my smoke on the stove. then lying in bed in my towel listening to the cd a boy gave me last night.

12:05-called kelsey to get some reassurance that i wasn't a creep last night. i shouldn't drink on an empty stomach. and with no sleep. and when i haven't taken my medicine all day.

12:30 to 1:30-i think i might have slept?

1:30 to 1:50-another attempt at smoking sans puking. no dice.

2pm-got dressed and dried my hair.

2:30-felt a little better. drank a lot of water. threw up.

3pm-successfully smoked a cigarette sans puking.

now-kind of just sitting around. maybe i'll go pick up my sweaters at kelsey's. but i'm kind of nervous.




why? who knows