*hums Spam song to self under breath*

Can I not go to work tomorrow? That'd make me really happy.

I keep fantasising that they'll see how sick I am and send me home. Le sigh.

I feel... cold.

Saw Pirates tonight. ^__________^ I am enormously happy.

( Teensy spoilers within, but spoilers nonetheless. )

Nat and I had already pledged not to watch it for a week before it comes out, but I might not watch it again until then. Want it to be fresh, doncherknow.

So, anyway, somuchlove for Pirates. My love just increased tenfold. I can't wait to see it on the big screen!

I think my skull's exploded. Or maybe that was my brain.

Urgh.

I have a splitting headache. Had it all the way through Pirates, and now it's getting worse. It's making my nausea worse, and probably vice versa; both feeding off each other like some evil strangeloop.

I forwent (? that's so not a word.) I had to forgo my cereal this morning because I couldn't face consuming milk. I poured milk into a glass by sheer habit, to drink down my painkillers, and poured it straight back into the bottle. Those who know me know that this means I am truly sick. It's rare that I lay off the milk, even when told to.

Argh, the pain. I want to die.

(Correction. I want the pain to go away. And I want to sleep for a week. Can we arrange that, gods? I'd like it. Ta.)

I think I phone the hospital tomorrow, for that ultrasound. I wish I could be certain they'll find something, but somehow I have this feeling that they won't.