I is so sick...

Well, feeling mostly better now. But anyone who was counting on my being at work today, fuck you all.

I don't remember ever in my life being as sick as I was all yesterday. Half the day I couldn't make it down a flight of stairs without throwing up. I don't know what happened.

Anyway, I can eat now, a little bit. in the last about 48 hours, I've had a bottle of boost, a very tiny bowl of chicken and wild rice soup, which is my absolute favourite soup, but somehow I could not enjoy it, and a thing of apple sauce. The apple sauce was good, it didn't bother me, even was a little bit appetizing.

And how can there be no pepto bizmol or anything of the sort when I'm in a state incapable of getting to the store to buy some? Let me tell you, I will keep some on hand, from now on. I am the mistress of medicines, I have everything you could possibly want for a cold - I can have a pretty bad cold, but I know what to take for what to make it through fairly smoothly, but stomach flu hits me terribly hard. Then I got dehydrated, and that was worse, because then my joints started to hurt so bad I could hardly walk.

Being sick sucks.

Feeling Better/Beasts got Baths/other random stuff

Well, I've had a little more to eat, and I feel much more myself, though still can't eat much.

The rats are clean though. They alls gots baths. They weren't as upset about it as the girls used to, they're a lot more laid back thant the girls. And they haven't been this shiny in a long time.

Ooh, I just realised I can put up my new calendar now, with the celtic knotwork art. All pretty.

I should get my hair trimmed. The ends are getting scraggly just a bit. I wish I could explain to the hairdressers how to do the ends like my old hairdresser did. I found a picture that might help. Picture says it's for straight thick hair, so it might only have it's full effect when I straighten it, but my hair's for sure thick enough.

I think my room mates are trying to fuck around with me. Either somebody bumped the ethernet cord out of the modem, or some fucker unplugged it. Bastards. I can't wait to get out of here. A boyfriend at least has enough invested in the whole living together thing to give a rats ass what you think of him.

Update: I no longer so much think that my room mates *cough*dave*cough*, are screwing around with me, so much as dave is just a fucking idiot. Ryan started ranting and swearing this morning as I got up, 'cause the phone was giving a turkey tone. We went downstairs, and someone had moved the modem back where the last tech left it, and plugged the phone cord into the ethernet port. The tech had left it on the other side of the room after disconnecting the cable, where it was impossible to plug it into the cord the runs upstairs, so that we can plug the router in on the second floor, and moved the router to the first floor, where I was having trouble connecting in any stable way. And dave clearly cannot be convinced that the best place for a router is as high as possible. Idiot.