Puking

So it's the day after Christmas, and I'm laying in my bed, bored to death. I thought I might as well type my thoughts on here since my family is asleep in the other room. I spent all today throwing up--talk about a fun Christmas break. Despite the fact I hate throwing up more than anything else in the world, I figure it's not that bad. I mean I haven't had the best eating habits recently and it's definitely showing. So I figure it's nature's way of saying, "LeeAnne let's face it, you've exceeded your fat intake this break, take it easy." I think that's totally fair. And the good news is I haven't technically thrown up in over twelve hours so we're doing good. Although I think death at this point would be kinder. I feel like my head is going to explode.

Despite the fact I now eat less than even the most dedicated of anorexics I seem to have enough energy to lounge around all day watching countless movies and finishing the book Twilight. Which brings me to my next thought. You know how there is such thing as taste aversion. I think I might have acquired a bit of reading aversion. I was car sick when I started reading that book yesterday and I finished today with a glorious explosion of vomit. I think I may have enjoyed the book a bit more under different circumstances; perhaps not having the puke taste in the back of my throat. Ah well, I still have the next two books.

Well I think this has been truly therapeutic we should do it again sometime. I need to switch my laundry so I can have something to wear for Becki's wedding tomorrow. Yes, yes I know--I'm too young to have friends getting married. No worries, I still act my age: no weddings in sight for me, well except Becki's, but I mean for me. Bye for now.

-L