friday? monday?
wtf day is it anyway? this morning, I ran around like a madman, trying to get my shit together for work and for tonight's journey to the land of the ultraconservatives.
i need coffee. and a fucking sedative, simultaneously. and i could use a drink, but i cant, because of the goddamn antibiotics which are causing me to not only sleep poorly, but also to bloat. hooray for bloating! cant wait for another week to be done with the damn things. i need so desperately to return to normal.
7 more days.
they arent all that bad, really -- i told nala i felt better yesterday than i had in months. MONTHS! which figures, because I'd had that icky throaty gagging cough for a LONG time, and hadnt been able to completely shake it. now i've still got a little, but hopefully not for long.
oh, and i have to lay off the sweets with this crap, too. GODDAMN I NEED A FUCKING CAKE with FROSTING. or a HOSTESS FRUIT PIE. They're taunting me from the vending machine... 7 more days, at least. *sigh* And I cant take antacids with this shit either -- so I have to steer clear of things that give me heartburn. Including the aforementioned sweets. So, lets see-- cant eat what I want. Bloated. Cant drink. Cant sleep.
I feel great!