13,830 Days Alive
1 Ongoing Sour Stomach
I’m still feeling wretched. Physically, emotionally. But at least I still love my job and have a great support system.
I know i get nauseous when stressed and I’ve had a sour stomach since the fuckery with cousin Vinny and I can’t seem to shake it. Oh well.
I can’t even fathom eating dinner tonight. I’m going to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
Postmark Wonderland 