You know what would be cool? Not throwing up.
You know what else? Not kicking over a box of cornflakes and spilling crumbs everywhere as I rushed to the bathroom.
And what else? If Mike would pick up his phone and call. I didn't hear from him last night, which is very unusual. Also, I've called three times, and his phone isn't cutting directly to voicemail as it does when he's at work. I'm starting to get paranoid. Or upset. I can't decide which. He knows it worries me half to death when he doesn't call.
So, I'm going to lunch at noon and hoping to stomach soup. Tomato with hunks of bread dipped in, maybe. Something light, as my stomach is very much not liking me right now. And I'd better fell better before tomorrow night. Hear that stomach? And pounding headache?
But on the plus side- paper stress is over. 6 pages, plus a bibliography. Of mediocre quality, but still not absolute shite.
*nervously waits for phone to ring because I am pathetic and I have an overactive imagination.*
You know what else? Not kicking over a box of cornflakes and spilling crumbs everywhere as I rushed to the bathroom.
And what else? If Mike would pick up his phone and call. I didn't hear from him last night, which is very unusual. Also, I've called three times, and his phone isn't cutting directly to voicemail as it does when he's at work. I'm starting to get paranoid. Or upset. I can't decide which. He knows it worries me half to death when he doesn't call.
So, I'm going to lunch at noon and hoping to stomach soup. Tomato with hunks of bread dipped in, maybe. Something light, as my stomach is very much not liking me right now. And I'd better fell better before tomorrow night. Hear that stomach? And pounding headache?
But on the plus side- paper stress is over. 6 pages, plus a bibliography. Of mediocre quality, but still not absolute shite.
*nervously waits for phone to ring because I am pathetic and I have an overactive imagination.*