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Yup - mood swing. Still sick(ish), but can't sleep. Slipping into the ickypooey mood. I'm two steps away from watching Titanic. Oh! I wish I owned Broken Heart's Club. Such a good fucking movie.

*sigh* Hopefully tomorrow I'll be in a better mood. Yeah - I will be.

Why are you standing on your head?

Okay - so the headache has gone away, but it's been replaced by a case of Spinning Room. The thought of eating anything makes me nauseous, and my chest hurts. Also? The caughing kinda sucks.

*prays to god this is stress-induced and is in no-way related to bronchitis or the flu*

I have way too much to do to be sick right now. So now to go do some of it.

Argh!

I can't take it anymore! This article summary I'm writing? The article I'm writing about, and thus reading, is about Males as the primary caregiver durning early and middle childhood. It's actually a very fascinating article, and the studies the author provides are stunning. But the writing is deplorable. All kinds of contractions where they should not be, adjectives that are nondescript at best, and words like "stick-to-it-iveness". I want to change that "word" to "stick-a-pencil-in-your-eyeball-ness". *gah*

*spittake*

My sister just told me she decided she wants to go to Bryman College in Chelsea, Maine. Okay, cool - she has a plan. I asked her how expensive it was. It's $2,000 MORE than DePaul. *thud*. I'm trying to talk her out of it, because really she could go to Northwestern for a fourth of that. Take it from me, going to an expensive school does not mean it's better, and when you have to do it on your own - it sucks major ass.

But, it's wierd - my sister has a *plan*. She wants to be an orthopedic surgeon. Meh?

FUCK!

godfuckingdammitjesuschristshitgoddamfuck! I'm sick of this shit.

I just went through my closet to find something to wear to the show tonight. And go fucking figure - all my nice stuff doesn't fucking fit my fat ass. Or more specifically, my fucking manboobs. All of my shirts are too tight across the chest, and if its not that, my sweaters dip in under my fucking stomache. I'm so fucking sick of this shit. I'm excersising regularily and my entire diet has changed as well as how *much* I've eaten. It's been four fucking weeks since I've had anything with sugar in it - AT ALL. No chocolate, I've cut carbs, I don't drink soda anymore. I've cut way back on dairy, I drink water all the fucking time. I'm not enjoying what I'm eating anymore, *WHEN* I fucking eat anything - I'd kill someone for a Pepsi right now. AND IT'S NOT DOING ANY FUCKING GOOD AT ALL. I hate my fucking body.