*twitch* ...food... bad... but food... good... geh.
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...2:22 am. Whee. And this isn't even my first entry of the night. I should go find something to eat, and take some more vicodin, and try to go the fuck back to bed before I get seriously depressed. *shudder* Don't wanna eat. The thought of food disgusts me. The only PROBLEM with not eating is that I'm fucking starving, my tummy is growling about every four minutes, it's like some sort of alien clockwork device has been installed in my midsection.
Tomorrow I get to call in for the results of the bloodwork and find out whether or not I'm still technically pregnant. Further whee. The fact that there can be any DOUBT on this subject annoys me. My body should not be capable of 'maybe' being pregnant, or being 'a little bit' pregnant. Not rational. Not ok. You hear that, body? Start operating on binary! On/off. Yes/no. Bun/notbun. Grr.
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