I feel like someone has taken my insides, thrown them in a blender, and poured them back inside me.
The only thing good about being sick is that I'm catching up on my style tv. Thursday, I watched the entire first season of Make Me a Supermodel. Today I plan on watching the entire first season of Project Runway.
Maybe the tide of nausea will ebb soon, and I can start doing something more intellectually stimutating than endlessly watching houte couture and munching on Nutter Butters.