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So last night, at about... mmm... maybe 8 or 9, I started to feel sick. At around 10 I'd pretty much decided I was going to vomit, but that didn't happen until nearly 2am, I think. I tried going to bed at 11 and was up every hour on the hour until 7am. I had class at 8, and I've been fine ever since.
I guess I must've eaten something that didn't agree with me. Crazy twelve hours of misery, though.
I find more than any other time I miss being home when I'm sick. There's no other time when the lack of comforting presences is so apparent.
I'm getting along pretty well with one of my housemates, Jacob. I don't see or think much of Dustin. Lynn is nice but a little crazy, I think. There's a new guy I've only just met. Kate's nice, but I've hardly interacted with her at all. And Casey, though a decent guy, somehow sets of my territorial streak, and I find myself not-liking him without really meaning to, or knowing why.
And, tangent to all of this, I'm just feeling really sad right now.
I guess I must've eaten something that didn't agree with me. Crazy twelve hours of misery, though.
I find more than any other time I miss being home when I'm sick. There's no other time when the lack of comforting presences is so apparent.
I'm getting along pretty well with one of my housemates, Jacob. I don't see or think much of Dustin. Lynn is nice but a little crazy, I think. There's a new guy I've only just met. Kate's nice, but I've hardly interacted with her at all. And Casey, though a decent guy, somehow sets of my territorial streak, and I find myself not-liking him without really meaning to, or knowing why.
And, tangent to all of this, I'm just feeling really sad right now.