I have a head cold because of the smoke. I got beyond fucking drunk last night and didn't get hardly any sleep. Woke up feeling exhausted. Something didn't agree with me and I tossed my cookies. Now I'm sipping tea, chatting to a kiddie, and about to curl up in bed with Cosmo, the wubbies, and a movie.

I hate puking. I hate it so much. It's so horrible, and it's something that I have no control over. My stomach says, "Okay, everyone OUT!" and all I can do is keel over.

Wish me sweet dreams kiddies. I need them.