Fuckin hell. Today is a bad day. I woke up and wished I hadn't. Fuckin' migrane and the bastard still won't go away. Making me sick to my stomach. Been too fucked up to do much of anything. My brother came home and took me up to the book store with him. I bought a journal even though I probably won't write in it. But it was cheap so what the hell. Always need something to write in. I might go out walking, but can't decide if that would make things better or worse. Getting out of the house is good, but puking on random pedestrians is bad. Oh well, I'll make up my mind later. Or never. I'm probably just going to lie here going "uuuuhhhhhhhh" some more untill I pass out, then go to work in the morning assuming I'm still not dying. 