Orange Juice

Last night I spilled orange juice on my bed. Of course it went everywhere. I had to change all the sheets on my bed and the duvet cover, and wipe up the floor and my nightstand. This morning I had to wipe off my purse, which was disgustingly sticky. I've been wanting to go out and do something to try to allay my despondency, but being sick kind of makes that difficult. It's not ever a good time to be sick, but this is definitely one of them. I'm already depressed; getting sick is just salt in the wound. I'm looking forward to getting over it though. Getting over everything. For my New Year's Resolution, I have considered not having feelings anymore. I've been told in the past that I'm difficult to read and I keep everything inside, but clearly that isn't the case anymore. Having feelings tends to be a liability more than anything else. That's lame. I know it sounds stupid, but that's how I roll. I say lots of stupid stuff.

I just saw some kind of pie on tv and it looked tasty. I must be feeling better. This morning I tried to eat eggs and didn't get very far. My taste buds said no. I ate potatoes instead. I still don't have much of an appetite, but I think it's slowly coming back. I think I may have lost those five pounds I've been wanting to get rid of, but I'm sure they'll come back as soon as I feel better. Anyway, that's about it.