bitter, mary. bitter.

i feel icky today. i've been sensing something coming over--mostly gross glandular things caused by my allergies, heightened by my poor nutrition and lack of sleep. it's been a while since i've been sick, i guess. but this is ill-timed and just, no fun.

because of this and other things, i'm in a rather sour mood.

last night was rough. i'm so over my wednesday night shifts, and last night was the straw. not only was i experiencing some sort of extreme weird pain in my back, but i also had no desire to be there. i toted bukowski books that went unread. i wrote one letter. i did not want to spend my wednesday evening with porn stars--scrawny boy pornstars, at that--but i did.

so as a result, today i'm skating by on less than two hours sleep. my belly is still too upset to even drink diet coke. so i'm chain-drinking waters, trying to stretch my legs under my tiny desk, and just waiting for 7pm to roll around.

i will speak on yesterday's events when i can preface it with certainty. in other words: i don't want to jinx anything, so i don't to say a word until i know the answer.