Word of the Day: aerodyne All that crap I was complianing about in the last entry was no sickness, unless you count menstration a sickness. That was the worst bout of PMS I've ever frackin had. I threw up six times that night, maybe seven, I barely slept at all, and my back hurt from laying in strange positions. I was completely incapacitated yesterday. My hands tingled all day, I barely ate anything for fear of it coming back up, and I slept a majority of the day in spurts. Thank goodness JD had the day off as well, he took care of Patrick all day since I could barely hold him for more than about five minutes without becoming completely exhausted. Absolutely horrible. I didn't think I was going to sleep at all last night, but I surprisingly slept quite well from about nine or nine-thirty to four-thirty this morning. And now I feel quite fine, despite the circumstances. It always hurts to see Laurel. It seems that she's living my plan. She was home this past weekend for her grandmother's 80th birthday party, and so we had a lunch date on Saturday. She was telling me about school and her wedding plans, and it just made me sad. Am I such a loser that I really miss school that much? I'm proud to admit I am. She asked me a few weeks ago during an IM conversation if I would have done anything different in my life, and I said I wouldn't have gotten pregnant. Her responce: 'Then you wouldn't have your beautiful son.' It's so hard to regret or want to take back something that has such a marvelous and perfect product. I mean, honestly, you idiot, let go of your damned Plan. Make a new one. I think about this way too much, how I deviated and what I could be doing. That's it. I'm distracted. I can't ever finish anything anymore.