I am realllly unwell today. I woke up at 5am and layed there for twelve hours. Twelve. I could have gone insane. I might have already. I wouldn't know. The only form of human interaction I'd had all day was when I asked my mom for tea, and she told me she would make me some, and then she went to walk the dog for an hour, which she hasn't done in ten years. She came back and told me she forgot and to make it myself, and I tried to yell at her. I tried. Oh well. This is the first time I've stood up all day, and that was to go sit down again. I hope it's not the Typhoid Fever. I've been mocking that disease a lot lately. Ever since I woke up this morning, I've been on the verge of throwing up, but I never did. BrokeTheInterweb: this is the first time Ive stood up today BrokeTheInterweb: haha Kat: oh Kat: well, youre makign progress then BrokeTheInterweb: I figured maybe it would make me finally throw up BrokeTheInterweb: because Ive been in the "about to.... oh... I feel it... its coming up" stage since 5am Kat: yeck Kat: i hate that BrokeTheInterweb: and my burping smells like vomit Kat: its worse than the actual puking BrokeTheInterweb: aweeesomeee BrokeTheInterweb: but not really Kat: thanks for that I want to dieeeeeeeeeeee. Or throw up. Perhaps it's feeding time. It's been awhile.