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myOtaku.com: Angel of Pig


Tuesday, June 27, 2006

I feel like shit

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Mentally and physically.

Although I think the physical was the part that mostly messed up the mental.

My back hurts. My ass hurts. My neck hurts. I can't hold my head up straight because I feel like I don't have the energy. My shoulder's killing me. My eyes hurt and refuse to stay shut for more than a few seconds.

Maybe I'm sick...

Ugh, but I never get sick >< just physically unwell.
That's what I'll call it.
I bruise easily.

How the hell am I supposed to get to sleep? My eyes are all puffy; my eyelids barely get over 'em. It's not like I've been crying or anything, they're just extremely dry and swolen for some reason.

Only three days left... for summer school
yayayayay

Ugh, but I think I'm gonna fail this final project.
I don't feel up to do it at all.
Like, I wanna throw up 'cuz I'm so nauseous.

Enough o' my bitchin' though. I'm no whiney whore (of course, that depends on who you are).

I'll try to sleep it off.
Love,
Hospital Patient #80085

P.S. I hate hospitals
P.P.S. Hehehehe (if you know why I'm saying this, you're probably more perceptive than the average person).
P.P.P.S. I will leave you with this lovely Hendrix song. It fits how I've been feeling lately.
P.P.P.P.S. Apparently, my Mom doesn't like Hendrix *faints out of disbelief*.


... how should I know?



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