Yesterday I was so ill. Threw up roughly 30 times. Sweated an ungodly amount due to fever. Had the worst headache imaginable and saw double for a while.
Woke up feeling damn good this morning and depite a slight bit of nausea every now and again (or maybe that was just jumping on a large trampoline with some friends) I was set for today. And a barbeque in kilester. Somewhere I've never been before where I had the sexiest vegetarian fish finger in existance. Thank you scott for being a vegan! (Still never gonna give up chicken though :)). Now sleep calls and hopefully no more dreams of escaped mental patients and sinking tankers. Also my matress is worn and tha springs are stabbing me. Ah a pleasant night sleep for all. Need to sleep less. It's such a waste of time. Not speaking healthwise of course. Just in the general restless sense.

All hail not throwing up!