I hate food, I'm never eating again.


Scott took me to Greenpoint. I drank Gatorade and Gingerale through a straw. Sometimes when I'm not sick, I wish I was because it's fun to sleep all day and sip things through a straw and eat a little oatmeal or a cracker. But yesterday it did NOT feel good. My whole body hurt. It was like I had gotten my assed kicked.
Sometimes it's fun to wear your pj's all day and drink tea with a spoon and act like a baby. Just not always.