muh.

Originally posted July 13/2007 on "Allison Wonderland"


I've been nauseous (nauseated?) for three weeks.

I recently outgrew all of my bras... except for one. It's good to have one.

I'm exhausted.

I'm depressed.

Did I mention I've been sick? Every freakin' afternoon and evening.

I'm crying at books, movies, CBC news stories about former porn stars now reaching out to get sex industry workers to church... thank God I haven't seen any long-distance commercials recently.

I don't feel like eating, but not eating makes me sick, so I eat. And then I want to barf, anyway.

I don't want to get fat.


Most of you already know why this is happening to me. Anyone who doesn't... well, it's easy to figure out, right? I'll be excited when I'm not drinking pepto-bismol like it's water, I'm sure.

I'm worried about me.