like, ew.

I've been in denial for the last 24 hours or so, but the time has come to face the cold, hard, icky truth -

I'm sick.

The funny thing is, I'm actually sort of shocked.

I know, I know - I've been asking for it for nearly two months now, with the not-sleeping and not-eating, but I was He-Man. I was invincible. I had game.

Now I have nausea. Also, a fever, a headache, and the creeping suspicion that any moment my insides are about to become my outsides. And now I'm going to have money problems. Because when you work with tiny babies, toughing it out is simply not an option. So there goes the forty-seven jobs I had lined up for the next three days.

I'm a whiny little thing tonight, aren't I? I do apologize. In happier news, my beloved aunt took pity on me and brought me all sorts of yummy groceries. I have asparagus and popcorn and these crazy mutant apples that are about the size of my head. Which is slightly worrying, actually, but I've decided to embrace the mutantness.

Only, the idea of eating anything ever again sort of makes me want to die.

Ooh, boy. Not good.