hey do i have to work tomorrow?

tuezday roctober 7, year 0

i am sitting here at the liberry giving myself diahreahhhh via stressing about stuff. i am literally shaking - and sick to my stomach. its not sexy or fun.

-- i can't stand it. i don't want to go to work tomorrow. please don't make me go to work tomorrow. someone call me in sick god knows i'll have diahrreahhhha.

--- i had my salad with a little avacado in it - so delish.

--- my friend cheryl here at the liberry has a lavish recipe book on her desk.. i put post-it tabs on all the pages i want her to make for me. she was like "oh do you want a copy of these recipes" i'm all like "what am i gonna do with that... i'd rather you just make 'em".

--- oh well i'm too ill to continue writing

bye