I feel sick to my stomach after eating for the first time in over 24 hours...granted not that I wanted to eat, I wasn't hungry. I was forced to eat. I wish I lived alone.
I'm awake earlier than I wanted to be. I have to have my brother to the Saginaw airport by 7:30..which means we have to leave at 4am. Fuck me.
I'm also still sick and can't really breath.
Death warmed over probably looks better than me right now. I'm not even respected enough to get an response back about mailing me something I left at his house. Fucking typical. I really really need to come up with some cash soon for a new tattoo.