So yeah, I woke up this morning at around four with an upset stomach. Two hours later, I'm puking my guts out. Not fun. I did it four times. And since I emptied all of it the first time....never mind, we won't go there. I've been sick for more than a week, and I'm starting to see the toll it takes on relationships. I know it seems like I might not care anymore, or not notice other people’s situations, but I just can't find the energy to do much of anything for anyone. This really sucks. Sara's been going through a lot this past week, and I can't seem to do anything right. I just involuntarily add to her stress. I'm sorry Sara. It shouldn’t be too long until I'm better. Please just have a little more patience with me.