What kind of sick moron complains to herself about feeling weak and crap and hasn't eaten since getting up?
At least I got off my lazy ass, hooked my PC back up, and pulled out the wacom for this. The end of the tunnel is in sight, but there's still a long walk to go.
Seriously, I got up at 11 and it's almost 5.30 and I've fed on coffee, warm milk with honey, and elderberry syrup. The thought of food makes me feel blergh. But I'm getting hungry, finally, so.
My brain is still a swimming pool.
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