December 26 2001 11.03 PM

being sick makes me not eat good holiday food, think striaght, or allow me to continue my plans. it also makes my type bad. i must have hit "backspace" about 20 times while typing that sentance. yeeearrg. at least my tummy doesnt hate me any more. it just dislikes me. i was able to eat spaghetti at Anne's house today. first thing in 2 days! woooo hooooo! Anne, Laura, Scott, Peter A, Adam, and Arlo played Apples to Apples this evening, which was definatly the low key and laugh filled evening i needed. its eleven and i am definatly going to sleep right now. if i could just sleep i could get out of this awful pain... fuck my stomach