So, I have been feeling like puke yesterday afternoon and this morning. Tanya woke me up to go out for breakfast because I felt a bit ill last night to go to dinner. I stuffed myself with so many pancakes at IHOP that I'm ready to start feeding myself those sweet, sweet flapjacks intravenously.
Seriously, I was ready to chug the boysenberry syrup. My sweet tooth is going, "sjfsahdflkjshdflasiufyewaufldsjhlsdjfhlsdfpancakes".
Anyway, I've medicated myself with some yummy bismuth salyticate (Pepto-bismal for you idiots out there) and am sitting here with the windows open because it's nice and cool/humid outside. I still can't find my Graphire3 tablet, though I know it's in my luggage somewhere.
Amazing how I entered college with very little crap a the beginning of the year and had to buy an extra suticase at the end of the year. Shitty. Real shitty. And I hate throwing things away because I'm a pack rat and will wear my old old jeans and shirts until they disintegrate off my body. Hah, isn't that a picture?