Last night, right as I was about to tackle the tail end of my 6/1 to-do list, I noticed that all of a sudden a huge, shimmering blindspot in my right eye that was preventing from reading page 163 of TOAFK and then my head started to hurt, so much that I had to get my brother to halt my iTunes, the soundtrack of my life - and ask my friends, the music never stops. After writhing around on the bed in a fit of discomfort (and feeling sicker by the moment, especially after an image of Rod Stewart popped up in my head, perhaps it was because I read on some blog that the old geezer is having another kid), I had my first lesson in making oneself throw up. It hurts! I don't think I'll ever get used to it, with or without the help of alcohol. Then after heaving up an awful mango-almond mess, I felt better, went to bed, woke up the next morning and trudged to work, armed with two bottles of Gatorade and a pack of saltines. Thanks Mother Lee!
I swore I would lay off getting online so much to help my head- see where I am now?
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