chochiyo_sama | siiiiiiick

OMG. I feel like one of those aliens from the Sigourney Weaver show is in my stomach and is attempting to claw its way out.

I went grocery shopping this morning and had bacon and eggs at the Kernal. I stopped at Kim's to pick up some movies for my last project in Writing Skills. I came home and dragged all my groceries in. Then I put them away.

I had a back ache from lugging all that shit in, so I laid down with my cat a while. But I had to toss her off the bed when she started the "hairball hack". NOT ON MY NEW UNSTAINED BEDSPREAD!!!!!

When I went back downstairs, I started tidying up the kitchen and cooking. I managed to get the garbage sacked up and all the dishes put away and washed the dirty ones. There were quite a few. I also cleaned out the cat box.

I cooked up some hamburger and some fettachini planning to make a spaghetti-like hotdish.

I was just about to eat something while the noodles were cooking. But, one spoonful and I felt so fucking nauseated--I thought I was going to puke right then and there.

I forced myself to finish the dishes and put the spaghetti ingredients in the fridge. I can cook it more tomorrow...

I don't know what is wrong, but SOMETHING is. I feel awful.

If I don't feel better in the morning, I am staying home.

I'm going to bed right now--so hopefully whatever it is, I will be able to sleep it off.

ugh.

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