It’d be a fucking comedy if it weren’t so pathetic. Not only am I violently ill – seriously, this isn’t just my stomach being bad, this is food poisoning or stomach flu or something, shakes and all – but Love was so sick driving home from work he couldn’t get all the way. I had to go pick him up. And, he left the a/c running without the ignition on for so long, he killed the battery. Fucking day we’re having here. He’s now busy puking.
:: the ever changing status of m ::
