I ache, as well.
And I am shaking.
Blech, I ate way too much today. Almost 700 calories and I don't wanna think about the carb and fat content. I don't. I will, but I don't. I feel sick.
Michael might come over tomorrow since I am making Tish feel worthless. I do not want to be social and thusly I communicate in monotone "mm."s "eh"s and other monosyllabic words. I don't move much. I cannot seem to explain to Tish that this is not because of her; it is because of my mood. So I'm hoping Michael can distract her, if nothing else. But I'm not really expecting him to come over; whenever I invite him to do anything something alwayys interferes. Just fate's little way of laughing at me. So yeah.
I suppose I should make some sort of effort to sleep or something. Ergh.