Queasy again, can't f'ing sleep. Tired, tired, tired, CAN'T SLEEP, whose idea of a sick joke is this? Cal will be getting up around 11:00-ish this morning, and here's me, wide awake but dead tired. GAH.

Stupid f'ing stomach. Stupid f'ing side. Stupid f'ing body that won't cooperate when all I want is some rest.

Odds are good that after Caleb's been dropped off, I'll be coming home and sleeping until the 2nd, at which point I will awake and try to be human again. For now, I am Evil Grouchy Bitch Girl, and strongly suggest that if you're going to talk to me, you start with a 'hello, are you up to talking?' before you dive into conversation. For some gawdaweful reason, watching text scroll on a chat screen is making me even more queasy.

GAH.

...shoot me... please...