Well, this morning didn't turn out as well as I would have hoped. First of all, I was still on the couch, which was disorienting in and of itself. And then I realized that I stayed there because I was feeling a bit queasy/nauseated last night, which was odd, since I couldn't recall eating anything for dinner, until I remembered my unholy craving for Taco Bell in the afternoon, and the really long day of no sleep. All these factors, I think, led to my general feelings of wanting to slither into a hole and die. The only thing stopping me, though, was my greater physiological need for coffee. Everything else can wait, including impending death, until I had that ohso important first cup. After setting the coffeemaker, and ensuring that it made the proper sounds, I finished my morning ablutions, and after perfecting my cup of coffee (too much sugar, so I needed to keep sipping room out of my cup so I could slowly siphon more coffee into it to balance it out), I ended up staring out of my living room's picture window for the next hour. I couldn't focus on anything this morning. My whole world revolved around my rumbly tumbly and what I could do to make it feel better. So, no reading or writing for me today. I did have a little bit of fun updating my facebook status to say that I was pregnant. I didn't think anyone would have taken it seriously, but within 5 minutes, I got a flurry of comments on that status, ranging from hilarity to little disappointments. Oh well. I think next year, I should mention that I need to sell my home or something.
Tomorrow, I will endeavor to feel better so that I can be more productive, literary wise. After all, that is my goal in life, not my current day job.
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