Well, of course I am sick on christmas, because frankly, Jesus hates me. Well, I am a stinking heathan Loki-worshipper you know.
The last 7 or so hours have been alternatley spent in a rather unpleasant form of sleep, intermittantly interupted by leaping up and running to the bathroom.
While I have finally seemed to have purged my stomach for the moment I still feel pretty weak, and it was all I could to do get the two feet from my bed to my computer. (Okay, this is slight hyperbole, but you get the idea.)
So, mom’s christmas-eve party pretty much consisits of eating, is really out of the question. *sigh*
At least I have the night’s other big event to look forward too!
I really hope I’m better by tomorow night, because my boyfriend is taken me over to his house for dinner, and being rather southern in nature, his mom will be highly insulted if I don’t eat.
Anyway…signing off for now.