April 29th, 2008

sweaterchick

Ow, ow, ow.

My head is killing me - and not from the booze last night, either. Yesterday, I managed to smack my head into the doorframe, which is conveniently at forehead level for me. Take that, add a zit breakout which seems to be sitting right on some pressure points, season to taste, and you get "ow."

My stomach ain't feeling so hot, and one would think from the gas I'm producing that I have a decomposing gerbil in there or something - those are due to the lovely alcohol, in all probability. (It doesn't help that I've been on-call for the past couple of days and been paged regularly out of a sound sleep...)
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