I threw up a little bit in my mouth yesterday. While cleaning out the fridge. I threw up on my naked thighs later. I didn't have dinner. I cleaned and cleaned all day taking a few breaks to go to the store or play on the computer. I was going to have a few veggie dogs, but people were here by the time I got out of the shower so I just started on my beer. After that was all gone, well, before I finished my beer, actually, I dug into the blueberry, gin, and smoke punch. It was a bit of an awkward night for me. I couldn't find a place for me, so I kept returning to my place on the couch when it was free. At one point, KC suggested I go to bed, since I was falling asleep on the floor beside him. I got up, went to my room, couldn't find something to sleep in, took off my clothes, and laid down. As soon as I put down my head, everything started to spin. I heaved a bit and realized I had to put something on to run to the bathroom. I threw my hoodie over my shoulders, and heaved again, this time something actually came up into my mouth, and some purple spots landed on my thighs. I ran to the bathroom as is. I didn't care that I just had my briefs on; I've worn them on stage. After I gave my donation to the toilet, I didn't feel like sleeping, so I cleaned off my legs, threw on some jeans, and went back downstairs where I poured water and talked to a few more people. After wandering around aimlessly for a bit, I just went back up to bed. I just didn't fit anywhere.

I injured my wrist somehow.

Last year I asked for help that I didn't end up using.