sicksicksick miserable
I hate being sick. It makes me unhappy.

Eating things makes me short-term happy so I've been cramming my gaping maw with anything remotely edible in an attempt to feel better.

And I do feel better. For something like ten minutes and then I feel even worse because my sad, sad, flub-tacular body hates me even more now.

Cycle of anger!

The only readily available food happens to be the snack vending machine down the hallway. I alternate between penut m&ms and doritos.


LIFE UPDATE:

I hate it.

Ok. I don't really. It could be way worse.


Adam got a job as a camp counsler at the YMCA. He spent yesterday playing legos with 8 year olds that immediently loved him. After he played legos, he swam around with them in the pool.

Do you know what I did yesterday? NOTHING OF VALUE OR WORTH.

Blargh Blargh Blargh

My brain is leaking out of my nose.

I hate everything.