Weird stalker guy showed up at my work as I was closing again today. Claimed it was his birthday and said he wasn't trying to guilt me into hanging out with him...
I bet it wasn't his birthday. Also he needs to stop showing up at my work.
My fucking stomach was fucking ill and i fucking vomited all fucking day.
Lime was also fucking ill to her fucking stomach for likely the same fucking reason I'm fucking sick.
Fuck!
I just really hate having a stomach virus. I'm doing a bit better now but I'll likely still be queasy in the morning.
Woke up to the sound of my cat hawking up a hairball at the foot of my bed. Instinctively nudged her off with my leg, where she took a few steps and heaved all on the floor. She didn't puke on anything, thankfully, but that's still no way to wake up.
Being Bi-polar is making it difficult to be upbeat about things for more than 5 minutes at a time today. Some days I don't even act/feel Bi-Polar at all, but today is not one of those days...