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Look! I don't understand this...every single fucking month, right before I go on the rag, I get sick. I'm not talking about PMS. At least, I don't think I am. If this is PMS, than God definitely is a vengeful deity. Today, around 9am, I got the most horrible, splitting headache. It came out of nowhere and was completely different from a migraine. I felt like someone had dropped a bowling ball on my head. Then I got a fever. Then I puked. Then I called my mom and asked her to come home cuz there was no way in hell I could take care of all the animals. That, and I wanted my mommy. So I spent all day in pain and thinking I was going to die. This happens every month, without fail, yet this was particularly bad. I don't know. Maybe I should go to the doctor or something. I'm fine now, by the way. Anyhoo, I have an interview at the library in a couple days. Surprisingly, I'm not nervous at all. I know the interviewer and I know they like me as a person. So, if I don't get the job, I won't be questioning my worth as a human, as I am prone to do. I have to dye my hair something normal, though. And keep it that way if I get the job. At least for awhile. I'm woozy. Goodnight. Forever 23, my ass - 01.25.06 P-Nutz - 01.20.06 My nose hurts - 01.16.06 And really bad eggs - 01.13.06 I ain't no Alex Trebek - 01.11.06 � |
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