This morning and could not drag my *** out of bed. So I didn't. I slept a long time. And finally washed myself and my hair this morning. My wonderful mother neatened my bathroom this morning, and while I'm totally super greatful for that, did it need to be at 9 in the morning and while I was sleeping and probably sick?
In other news last night I swallowed my pills and because, on contact, extremely naseaus. For no reason. I was so very tired though. So oh well. Came down this morning and tried to eat a bowl of rice krispies as I was starving and the stairs are a battle. I couldn't finish them because the banana was overripe and I felt sick thinking about it. Watched Confessions of a Shopaholic with my mom. I warmed up some canned Chicken Noodle Soup for Steve and went over to keep him company and make sure he rested properly. His fever is down, but his throat still hurts and he has a nasty cough. We ate pudding and watched Ed Edd and Eddy. A movie, and it was kinda cool. Corny, but cool. My chest hurts, it's hurt since yesterday and it's odd. It feels like my heart again, but still on the right side. And so I guess it's still nothing since there's nothing in there, but then what is it? I'm so sleepy.
Shei's friend killed herself and again I feel unentitled because I didn't even know her. But these things reach me. I am a crybaby. And I'm sad for her. I really am.