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ACHY BREAKY HEAD

5:18 pm

Perhaps 2 minutes is too long a time to microwave one slice of leftover pizza. I hold a styrofoam plate containing one soggy on the bottom, dessicated on the top slice of 2 day old Pagliacci pizza (A "brooklyn bridge"). Fortunately, if it proves inedible, I have actual real food as backup. I was planning to eat the real food for dinner tonight, but I'm hungry NOW. And I guess it's sort of dinner now anyway. Hmm. I should wake up earlier.

Hmm, the flat part wasn't bad, but the circumfer-crust is proving most impenetrable. Need something to drink. Ugh. Seattle water.

I woke up with a severe headache. I answered the phone. I went back to sleep. An hour later I got the phone again, and I still had a big huge headache. I went back to sleep. at 4 pm, I finally woke up and was annoyed enough to take some of the painkillers I spent the last of my money on. Now I don't have a headache, but the phone isn't ringing anymore. Speaking of ringing phones, 3 companies I sent my resume out to have responded. Thank goodness. I was starting to get sort of discouraged.

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8:01 pm
Just finished dinner. I had dinner with dad, and he served some kind of weird opaque orange squash soup. It was like eating a bowl of flavored oil. Rather than appear ungrateful, I ate the whole thing, and it is now emphathetically disagreeing with my insides. The last time I ate something I didn't want to that Dad prepared, it was a shrimp/cheese salad, which I refused to eat. He urged me to try some. I finally did. After a few bites, I got up, tottered over to the bathroom, and threw up. That was around 5th grade, I think. After that little incident, the policy was pretty much "if I don't want to eat it, I don't eat it".

The painkillers are wearing off. Nifty, now I have a headache AND a stomachache. If only my teeth would start hurting. And then if all my muscles would cramp at once, I'd, uh. Well. That'd be a pretty unique experience, huh? Oh, and then some back pain. I think I want to lie down for a little while and not think about anything. Urgh. No, it was more like drinking thousand island salad dressing than eating a bowl of flavored oil, if you want to get picky.