Death not particularly warmed over
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Played shaman, got raped by alliance every five fucking minutes, got raped by buzzards when the alliance were too busy. Hate shamen.
Sleep is nothing but nightmares interspersed with rare periods of Actual Rest wherein I get phone calls every half an hour.
Cravings are ridiculous, hormones are going every which way, am going to hide in the bedroom and refuse to leave until the living room is clean and the flies are gone, I actually ATE a fucking fly, yeah. Ew.
Feel like crap, UTI that I can't do anything about until likely monday, still haven't heard back about the test results which means I likely won't hear about those until monday too, constantly queasy, can't keep from overheating or freezing every half-hour totally at random. Feel horrible, simply horrible, like a nonstop hangover from hell.
If you don't have some sort of important information/urgent request, seriously, don't even try to call today. I'm going to be trying to recover so I can make it to the coast on Sunday without puking my guts up all the way there and passing out the moment I'm not in the car. Not feeling social, not feeling friendly, feeling pretty stay-the-fuck-away honestly.
Throat hurts like I've been gargling razor blades. Hate my life.
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