Was taken out to dinner yesterday. It was really nice. But I think the food was bad, because I’m not feeling too fit since then.
I have tried to ignore this nauseating feeling that just rising up like waves during my visit at grandmother’s place but nope. So I ended skipping Church. Went straight home instead and went to bed, with a bucket.
Well sorry, here I go japping on and on about my boring sad 1st world problems. Of course I meant to write down something “witty” in here, I swear… But can’t seem to find a nifty phrase to inspire, anywhere. The story of my life…
Just ignore this. Please excuse while I’ll be off, hugging the toilet bowl again…
[insertniftyphrase] 
Oh my. Hope you’re better now.
Thanks