I don't know what to make of today. I woke up and it was just like school I was screaming bloody murder that I WASN'T ******* GOING. And the end. I didn't go to work. From right there lying in my bed I took my parents yelling and I called work half asleep and I won't lie I sounded like ****. My tounge really hurts? I think it just lolls in my mouth sometimes at night and I bite down on it, well it really hurts, all around it. I did a bad job of feeding myself. Nothing appealed. Everything brought up visions of vomit, I just couldn't do it. I know this feeling, and it's not good. I tried to read my summer reading book but it's just so slow, with so many pages. It's going to take me forever. I did most of my other project though. And I'm pretty great, cause I didn't have the book in front of me. I ate some rice and sour cream, nevermind that I choked it down. Then we had sea food. It's almost not a treat this summer, I don't understand? I wasn't hungry but it was good. I discussed with mother how unfunny it was when I used to eat a lot of butter and wake up in the middle of the night to puke before I could even lean over my bed. We had to start diluting my butter with lemon, or it would be bad. I would be fine before bed, and the next morning, though. And now I'm not feeling well. I'm thinking about going to bed. It's 9:23. I watched Dan In Real Life.
Funny night, I had. Mother has decided I should take my sleepies really early. Soo I did; and it was interesting, to say anything. I know I played guitar, because I lost my pick and had to get a new one, and my tabs were still all over the floor this morning. I don't understand this medicine's inconsistency. My head really hurts. I remember I couldn't stop crying. I would just erupt and I couldn't stop it. OH YEAH, I know why my ******* joints hurt. I stretched. I was just struck by the Do Something Good fairy last night. I just wanted to practice guitar! Get bendy! Eat! Why? And that's about my whole day.