It mutated.
What I thought was a cold mutated into a virus from hell.
I have been so sick but I found the secret.
Don't eat. Don't look at food. Don't smell food.
Doing any of the above will cause stomach muscle spasms so severe you think you're insides are being ripped out by Krueger and then followed by at least an hour of puking until you can't breathe.
I have been having so much fun.
Not.
But hey, lost some more weight right?
Every black cloud has a silver lining...lol
I was supposed to go to a huge cookout today but I do believe that the smell of flesh grilling will kill me.
I'd be a pile of hurting baby on the beach and everyone could point and laugh at my pain.
Sebastian rocks though.
He held my hair, made my bed, brought me a bucket and checked on me every hour until he fell asleep.
I will probably spend the day in bed.
Again.
I still feel like fucking shit.
I'm tired and weak and hungry but if I eat, the hurting will commence again so not gonna do that.
Have a good weekend.
Later days.
