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…
Oh my. Hope you’re better now.
Thanks