fracturedguy

God damnit. I was just thinking yesterday how cool it is that I am managing to go to school full-time and work full-time and be doing quite well without having days off (I have had two sick days and a car-related day off work on the past two months, though). And today I even woke up bright-eyed and ready for my day at work, convinced it was going to be a really good day. I was even ready and about to walk out the door twenty minutes early.

And then it hit: random vomitus. So here I am, at home for the day, feeling hellish. I am quite disappointed.

Part of me is saying, hey, go to the doctor! (I think this is the pert I'll listen to, if I ever feel comfortable abut the idea of rolling out of my fetal-position for long enough to crawl to the car) and another part of me is saying, hey, now you can make it to that biology lab practical! And of course a very large part of me is saying, hey, you're laying on the floor next to your keyboard! Write your paper!

I think my favourite part of me, though, is the one saying, Dude, we need saltine crackers! Because I am freaking starving.