And the weak get totalled. I maintain that if I had not given in to this... whatever it is, my natural tendency to bull through illness would have seen me through. As it is, am feeling more nauseated by the hour, although not yet like I have been hit by a truck, so I haven't managed to sleep.

And since my mother's natural tendency is to say I Told You So without actually doing anything helpful, I also have to distract her from saying I Told You So by giving her small tasks like Go And Fetch Me A Multivitamin Please Thankyou. -_-

Anyway. Here. Bored. Sweating like a particularly listless pig, and feeling mildly nauseated. Tina, if you start feeling anything like this, go get it checked out, okay?

[EDIT] Chris is bringing me noodle soup. Chris is a god. ...but has an unfortunate tendency to buy me food when I do not want to eat anything. XD

[EDIT]

CHRIS: (from the living room) HELLO LAURA.
ME: HIIII.
CHRIS: (still from the living room) THIS... IS ABOUT AS CLOSE AS I'M GOING TO GET TO YOU.

[EDIT]

Dear Stomach,

Don't you even think about it.

Can see what you're doing, there,
Rave.