But after throwing up I felt better, so I told Darxus i'd be over later. And then, of course, just when i start feeling good again, my intestines decided to suck in the other direction (and i shall spare all of you the gory details) but needless to say, i've spent far more time in my bathroom tonight than initially planned. between there, the couch with my computer, and the bed, with a book, that i'd like to get into if my tummy would just let me sit and read for a few minutes, or my head would stop pounding. and i'm afraid to take anything, 'cause i'd most likely just throw it back up.
And as It is after midnight, even if i started feeling better enough not to be getting up out of bed every thirty seconds (that is an exaggeration, for those of you who don't know that I do that a lot), i can't go over to Darxus's place. This not living with him thing needs to stop. Like now. *growls* 7 more months something will die.