It’s now 6:45 AM and I’ve been up for an hour pumping fluid out of both ends of my body and into the toilet.
I’d like to think I have a flu but the sad fact is that I ate too many chips at Josh’s house during yesterday’s movie party. goddammit. Now I can’t go back to sleep because lying down makes me ill, but I’m dead on my feet tired. If I’m lucky I’ll be so completely blasted that I can call into work sick on monday, but I doubt I’ll be tired enough to have that happens. Which means, basically, worst of both worlds.
You know what the worst part is? Aside from having chunks stuck in your throat you can’t get rid of because you dare not swallow anything and the abdominal cramping. The worst part is the fever dreams you have right before you wake up and rush to the bathroom. In my case I was playing FF9 and was having some nightmarishly surreal dream which thank god I can’t remember relating to it. And nothing’s worse than that music looping through your head, lying half awake in bed while your overactive imagination tries to spin out things while you’re trying to get your bearings and wake up. I can handle asleep, I can handle awake, but half-asleep where you’re kind of jammed between the real world and a dream world is miserable. That type of thing happens to me quite a lot and it’s kind of thing I could see someone just not recovering from and going totally insane.
I’m rambling now, but forgive me, I feel awful and felt the need to spew in a textual sense as well.